FIFTY-EIGHT
TRINITY
The surrounding air is peaceful. The sun is setting in the distance as I sit on Leonidas’s lap on his balcony. The sky is a beautiful blush pink. The fluffy white clouds in the sky look magical.
The entire time we’ve been out here, he hasn’t uttered a single word, which I understand. Sometimes, silence speaks volumes. Right now, being in each other’s presence after everything that happened is refreshing. If he needs time to think, then I’ll give him that. But just being in his arms is more than enough.
“I think after everything that happened, I need to talk to someone,” he says, breaking the silence.
Damn, he just blurted that out suddenly.
“A therapist?”
He nods and bites his lip. “Is that a stupid idea?” He curses under his breath. “Forget I said that. It sounded smarter in my head.”
My hands run through his silky locks as I study his face. He doesn’t meet my gaze. His glare focuses on the city in front of us.
It’s not a ridiculous idea at all. Knowing I could vent to that one person with no one finding out is something I miss now that I don’t have it. Maybe I need to talk to someone too?
Staring straight ahead, I reply honestly, “I don’t think that’s silly at all. I want to talk to someone too.”
“You had one before, yeah?”
I nod. “I did, but I was fourteen and hated the idea at first. I was stubborn and didn’t want to leave my bed.”
Stupid fourteen-year-old Trinity …
“I think it would be good,” I continue. “Looking back, it helped.”
“It just feels awkward, thinking about exposing myself to someone.” He shivers at the thought.
I laugh. “Oh, it is. But once you get used to it, it’s not bad.”
“Says the therapist dropout,” Leonidas remarks.
Ouch. Used that one against me, I see …
“I swear if anyone finds out I’m going to see a therapist, I’m going to sue,” he grumbles and squeezes his arms around me.
“I bet the person you hire will have to sign a ten-page contract,” I tease him.
I peck his cheek while he smiles to himself.
“Damn right. I’ll find the best people for you and me, baby.”
Baby. That never gets old.
“I’ll have Mom look into it. Right now, I want to focus all my attention on you.”
He moves his lips closer to mine, but I lean away. As much as I would love to make out with Leonidas, I have to get something off my chest before I explode.
“Why do you think Rodrigo started dating my mom?”
His eyes widen at my question. Leonidas’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “I think he was using you guys to get closer to me, but didn’t your mom meet him before we met?” he asks, confused.
My eyebrow rises. Yes, he started dating Mom a few weeks before Leonidas came to town. Weird. This is creeping me out.
“Maybe they knew we were going to Canada. I wouldn’t put it past those bastards to have been spying around. They probably found out the location of the house we’d bought, and they befriended the neighbors to spy. It makes sense. I just can’t believe I didn’t know they were in your lives.” he shakes his head in denial.
