Change of Heart - By S.E. Edwards Page 0,82

figure it out for myself.”

“So do I.” I smile. “I don’t hate you, Min. Not even close. The funny thing is, I was worried about what you’d think of me. I ruined all your plans, after all.”

Min giggles. “That is funny. So then… friends?” She stuck her hand out for me to shake.

I take page from her book, instead. I crawl over and wrap my arms around her in a hug. “Friends,” I tell her.

***

For the next half hour, I recount my adventures with Rich. Min makes for a captive audience. Apparently, Rich managed to avoid mentioning his fight with Victor to Min. So she wouldn’t worry, I make it seem much less dangerous than it really was.

Min shares stories about Rich, too. She tells me that, when she was about eleven, Rich rented a moving van with all his friends. With their help, he took out all the furniture in his room and drove it to the dump. The only thing he left was his mattress. We share a laugh about how he still lives that way.

“Oh my God, I almost forgot!” Min exclaims, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bathroom. We stop in front of a mirror. “I want to see how similar we really look!”

I look at the reflection in front of us. We both have dark waves, and we’re about the same height. That’s where the similarities end. Min’s eyes are larger and prettier than mine. My lips are a little plumper. Her nose is small and delicate. Mine is long and thin.

“Well, that’s disappointing,” Min announces. “We don’t look anything alike!”

“Nothing at all the same,” I agree. Her eyes are a beautiful, rare, misty blue—much like Rich’s—whereas mine are a more common brown.

“Men are all blind,” Min declares. I laugh.

“Go back to back,” I suggest. Min nods and turns, pressing her back into mine. Her shoulders are higher, but my neck is slightly longer. It makes the top of my head graze a little above hers. It could just be the difference in hair volume, though.

I catch Min frowning in the mirror. “We’re not even the same height!”

“No,” I agree. “But you’re so lucky. Your eyes are so pretty.”

Min laughs. “I’d trade them for a second to have curls like yours. Your hair is beautiful. Do you know how long I have to work on mine just to give it a tenth of the volume yours has?”

I blush slightly at the compliment. “Come on,” I say, linking my arm with hers. “We’ve got to tell Rich what we really think about his selection of me.”

Chapter Seventeen

Rich and Min spend the next few hours catching up. I keep to the side, trying to stay out of the way. I don’t know what it’s like to have a sibling, but I expect that they would appreciate the time alone.

By the time dinner rolls around, we order pizza for takeout. I’m happy to finally shower and change into some clean clothes after eating. Min was nice enough to offer me some of her things to wear.

When I come out, Rich is nowhere to be found. Min is alone on the living room couch. She looks pensive, and a little bit upset.

“Hey,” I say, “is everything okay?”

She looks up. “Rich and I had a disagreement about what to do next,” she explains. “Apparently, he’s been planning something. So have I.”

I sit down beside her. “So, what’s the problem?”

Min grimaces. “He asked me to talk to you.”

I get a sinking feeling in my stomach. “About what?”

“For starters, he wants me to convince you that he’s all wrong for you,” Min sighs. “Or some garbage like that. He must think you and I are blind as bats if we haven’t seen the way he looks at you.”

The sinking feeling transforms into nervous butterflies. “What way is that?”

“Like a man head over heels in love.” Min smiles gently. “But you didn’t need me to tell you that.”

Min’s words make me want to squeal in delight. I try to act somewhat unaffected, instead. “What did you say?”

“He stormed off after I told him I would do no such thing. He was frustrated. I told him he would have to talk to you himself if he really wanted to convince you. I had a feeling he wouldn’t do it.”

“How did you know?”

Min shrugs. “Just a feeling. I’d give him some time to cool down, though. I don’t know if you’ve ever experienced his temper. I had hoped he’d outgrown it since leaving