--==Mitchell’s POV==--
When we got back to the house, Tom took charge, pointing and ordering me around. ‘Put that there. No, that doesn’t go in the fridge, that goes in the freezer.’ It came to the point that I was getting a little territorial.
“Hey! My kitchen,” I growled.
“Really? Do you know the way, or do you need a map?”
Opening the fridge, he began unloading, setting aside the things he needed for lunch. He pulled a face. “Jesus, there’s nothing here. I can see clear t