the cliff might collapse?"
Morgan snorted and bit into a biscuit. A few crumbs were still on his chin, and I wanted to lean over and brush them off. There was an odd compulsion to touch them and let them touch me when I was near them. It was like I was possessed.
"It's reinforced with steel. This baby isn't going anywhere in the next century." Morgan pointed his fork at me. "And all the windows have storm shutters."
I had so many questions. Once I finished chewing, I decided to ask since they were being pleasant. "Where are your parents?"
They looked at each other and Blake answered for them both. "They work for the same corporation, Trident Industries. Our great, great grandparents founded this town."
I'd heard the name thrown around, but never paid much mind to what they did. It seemed everything with these three had to do with tridents. Even our school mascot, a shark, held a trident.
"But you haven't lived here all your life, have you?" I wracked my brain trying to remember them from elementary and middle school. There were two of each which filtered into the only high school. "You must have gone to North Cove Elementary."
"We were homeschooled." Jax pulled the chair out at the end of the table and Blake slid him the tray of food to make his plate. "We're too advanced to deal with elementary and junior high bullshit."
I tensed as he stared at me. Morgan chuckled. "He doesn't bite... unless you ask him nicely."
My face flamed and I busied myself eating instead of talking. The food was good and I wondered what else Blake could cook, and if the other two could as well.
Blake cleared his throat. "I'll take you home once you're finished. Morgan dried your clothes."
"Or you can just take those and give them back to me at school." Morgan put his napkin and fork on his plate. "If you want."
"I'll take her home." Jax had only eaten half his food but stood. "Let's go."
Blake and Morgan made no protest. Jax was definitely the leader of their trio.
I followed him and he handed me a paper bag with my clothes in it. "My shoes are in your garage."
"Of course they are." I followed him out to his car and he opened the back. "You'll sit back here."
"What?" I was still strapping my sandals on as he got in the driver's seat.
I heard the locks click and went to the passenger side, trying to open it. He opened the garage door and then looked at me. "Get in the back."
My eyes stung for a moment, but I complied and climbed in, the door shutting me into the back area. Instead of laying this time, I looked over the seat at him.
"Why are you such a moody ass?" I put the bag of clothes on the seat in front of me and his eyes went to it as he pulled out of the garage.
Their house was fairly large and modern looking. It was a bigger property than I expected. We stopped at a gate and waited for it to slide open.
I hitched a leg over the back of the seat, ready to climb into an actual seat.
"Don't even think about climbing over that seat or I'll make you walk home."
"Might be worth it." I muttered before sitting back down.
We were about ten minutes from the community of townhouses I lived in judging by what I saw out the window. Now I knew how he had gotten home so fast after being inside my house.
"Do you have the security guards and police in your pocket?"
"What is this, the mafia?" I could almost hear him roll his eyes.
"I don't know, is it?" I opened my phone and pressed record on the camera. "You're the one that got back here in under twenty minutes and then convinced the two officers that you were with a girl."
"You're a smart woman. Use your brain." He laughed. "Well, I thought you were a smart woman until you stowed away back there and snuck into our house."
"Morgan was making out with me on the backseat and my cellphone fell under the seat. I was just retrieving it. After you beat the shit out of him, I was too scared to say anything, so I just... went along for the ride."
"You were in my room."
"I had to go pee." I knew I could always cut this part out of the recording. "I panicked."
"You weren't panicked enough to not watch me jerk