“I said I’m sorry. You’re acting like I’m a killer,” he yells at her, finally losing his cool.
Amelia staggers back from her brother’s outburst and laughs at him. “Fine. Go do what you were doing. I guess that’s more important than paying attention to the road ahead of you.” Turning her back to him, she pulls my arm and drags me toward her house. “Let’s go, Trinity. Leave that dick, so he can drown in his thoughts.”
Harsh.
Still in shock, I don’t realize I’ve stepped into her house until I’m sitting on her giant bed.Did I space out or something?
“Are you okay?” she says softly while placing a hand on my knee.
Nodding once, I glance down at my pup, which I hold tighter now. He sleeps in my arms peacefully, obviously forgetting what just happened.
“I’m so sorry about my brother. I don’t know what’s going on with him.” Her eyes plead with mine to forgive him.
“It’s okay,” I whisper and shrug. “It’s not your fault.”
“No, it’s not okay.” She gets up from the bed. “My brother almost killed your dog, then you! And he didn’t even apologize to you nicely.”
She paces back and forth, then lets out a frustrated groan.
Turning to me, she snaps her fingers. “Wait here. I’m going to get Elijah.” She runs out of the room and leaves me in confusion.
From what I saw of Elijah, he seems more reserved than the other two. Amelia is definitely the most outgoing and confident triplet. I’m not sure about Leo though. He has me confused. He seems confident, but then he’s closed off and rude.
Leo is kind of like me—stone-cold, but actually sweet if trying.
Elijah suddenly gets yanked into the room by his sister, which makes me jump in surprise. The poor guy looks as if he just rolled out of bed. His brown eyes are tired and slightly red from sleep. I don’t feel intimidated by his presence. He feels peaceful, almost as if he were an angel.
It’s official. I’ve lost my mind.
I already like him.
I’ve noticed the triplets have the same earrings in little black studs. It probably means something deeper to them. I wish I had someone to do that with. I used to. I wonder what Harper’s doing and how she is. I know she called me, and she’s trying … but I should start trying too.
I’ll call her tonight.
He gives me a polite nod as he spots me on his sister's bed. No emotion crosses his face as he glances back at his sister and motions for her to speak.
“Leo’s crazy. He almost killed her today—” she rants.
“What do you mean, he almost killed her?” he interrupts in shock. He peeks at me and back at his sister.
“You heard me.” She walks over to the bed and plops down beside me.
Not a second later, he takes a place on my left.
“He almost hit her with his big dumpster truck because he wasn’t paying attention.”
I can’t help it. I let out a laugh at her use of words. The two look over at me like I’m crazy.
“It’s okay. It’s kind of funny now that I think about it.” I wave them off and try to change the topic. “Amelia, I’m jealous of your bed. Don’t be surprised if I come and steal it. How is it possible that a bed is this big?”
She laughs and bumps my shoulder with hers. “It cost a fortune, so you’d better like it. My mom got it made for me—well, we all have one,” she simply replies.
How rich are these people?I wish I were able to get a custom bed made for myself.
“Tell me something about yourself,” Elijah and Amelia say at the same time.
I sit there in shock as they give one another an understanding look.
