Chapter 25

“He’s still there, Trey. I’m still me.”

Trey cupped my face and tilted my head so we could lock gazes. His smile was broad and joyful. “Even more yourself, I’d say.”

“What?” I crinkled my brow in confusion, but then a wave of cold hit me and I shivered.

Trey pulled back with a laugh. “Get dressed. There’s some sweats here that should fit.” He pulled out one of the wicker baskets. “Then come in the kitchen. I’ll make us some food while we talk.”

By the time I made it down the hall and into the kitchen, Trey had two huge burgers sizzling in a pan on the stove. A tall glass of orange juice sat on the island, and he gestured to it. My heart melted, knowing he was doing everything he could to help me post-shift. The juice would raise my blood sugar, and the protein would give me strength. I already knew he was big on aftercare, so it shouldn’t surprise me that extended to post-shift care.

I downed half the glass before I asked, “What did you mean, Trey?”