When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 11

Artemisia

“So, you are a doctor?” Matt’s eyes sparkle as he questions me.

“Erm… yes,” I say shyly, scooping my potatoes from one side of the plate to the other.

My eyes keep snapping over to Fynn, who is eating all by himself at a table in a corner. His unpleased frown about his momentary situation has me chuckling internally. I shock myself at the thought of him being cute and shake my head as if wanting to free my head from the thought.

“Is something wrong with the food?” Logan asks, making me shake my head.

With a sigh, I lay my fork down on my plate and flash him an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m just sad that I had to leave my family, so my stomach doesn’t seem to fancy any food intake at the moment.”

Logan laughs, as he puts his arm onto the back of my chair. “Don’t worry. Your appetite will come back soon enough.”

I gulp as I get captured by his gaze, and force a smile. “I’m sure about that.”

It is surprising how these triplets seem to be total opposites of each other. I'm surely used to twins because of my family, but the differences between them have never been so contrasting. My brothers are more like teams rather than individuals.

While Matthew is of the sweet and shy kind, Logan seems to be more of the confident, flirtatious type of guy. And, as both of them hold something caring in their being, Fynn is only and simply an asshole.

Which he, by the way, presents anew as he scoffs at his brother’s remark.

“She is just a spoiled princess.”

I keep myself from gasping by crossing my arms and ignoring him. As I’m acting like I wouldn’t care I could swear that I feel his glare on me, his strong displeasedness wafting over me.

Stupid prick.

“Is the pack house always this empty?” Wanting to change the subject, I look around. “Just you and the staff?”