Freya's POV
The manager had barely stepped out when he returned with servers carrying steaming dishes.
My eyes widened in surprise. That was impossibly quick.
Mack caught my confused expression and offered an explanation. "I knew you would be starving by now, so I placed the order right after I called you earlier."
Warmth spread through my chest. "Thank you."
This was the Mack I had fallen for. Thoughtful, caring, always anticipating my needs before I even realized them myself. Last night felt like a terrible nightmare that had finally lifted.
"Everything is ready, Mr. Ben," the manager said with a respectful bow. "Please enjoy your meal."
"Perfect. Do not disturb us unless I specifically call for you," Mack dismissed them with a wave.
The door clicked shut, leaving us alone in the intimate space.
The tension from our earlier confrontation still lingered in the air like smoke. I stole glances at him while he did the same, both of us dancing around the elephant in the room.
