Chapter Twenty
Brina
What we are? What did that even mean? Wade wasn’t like me. How could he be? By the time we heard the golf cart pulling up, I’d just scooped the last of the broken vase pieces into the trash. Rushing to put the broom away, I jumped on the couch before they came inside. Trinity walked through the back door with Josh following closely behind. They both squinted against the light.
“It’s bright in here,” she groaned.
“Did you enjoy star-gazing?” I asked, knowing very well that wasn’t the only thing they did out there, judging by the grass in her hair.
She cleared her throat and brushed a hand through her hair, cringing when grass fell onto the floor. “They were amazing. We don’t get to see the stars like that at home.”
The front door opened and I watched Wade walk thr
