Even to Trent’s eyes the room looked lifeless and empty. She was frowning when Juliet came down the stairs. “What’s wrong?” Trent’s head shot up at being caught evaluating her living space, and she shrugged as she gestured around her kitchen. “I was thinking I could do this room up next, maybe add a little color.” She took the towels from Juliet and stuffed them into the washing machine. “Your clothes will be ready for you tomorrow. I won’t put the washer on while we’re talking.” “You don’t have to wash them. I could have taken them home and done it.” “It’s the least I can do.” Trent pulled back a chair and directed Juliet to sit. She padded back to the fridge. “What would you like to drink?” She pulled open the door and displayed the contents to Juliet. “Beer will be great, thank you.” Juliet’s eyes widened as she looked at the meal laid out before her. “Are you seriously expecting us to eat all this?” Trent sat down opposite and looked a little embarrassed.
