Finn laughed, but the sound wasn’t natural. “Actually, he’s kinda pretty.”

Grayson let Reese pull her toward an open doorway, through which I could see the end of a double bed.

“Reese.” Finn dropped his duffel on the floor and shoved his hands into his pockets. “Do you mind?”

Reese turned to meet Finn’s gaze and frowned. Then he nodded. Grayson let go of his hand and gave Finn a small smile in acknowledgment of something I still didn’t understand, then went into the bedroom and closed the door.

“What?” Goose bumps had risen on my skin. Why did Reese get to stay, but not Grayson? What weren’t they telling me? “Where’s Maddock?”

Finn looked right into my eyes and he tried to grin, but the result looked more like nerves. “Um…The thing is…you’re looking at him.”

Chapter Twelve

My eyes narrowed at Finn. “I don’t…I don’t know what that means.” I’d heard the words, but they didn’t make any sense.

Finn ran one hand through his hair. “I know. This is…This is harder than it’s ever been before. Um…” He glanced up at Reese, who stood pressed against the far wall as if he were trying to give us privacy without leaving the room. “You ready? I don’t know how else to do this.”

I twisted to see Reese nod. Once. Solemnly. When I turned back to Finn, his eyes were closed. They stayed closed for one of the longest seconds of my life.

When they finally opened, they were the wrong color.

Finn’s green eyes were now blue. Not blue-green. Not aqua. Bright blue, and as clear as the Caribbean Sea had looked in a film I’d seen in geography my freshman year.

“What the hell?” I took two steps back in confusion. Then I took three steps forward in fascination, and we were inches apart.

He blinked, once. Twice. Finn’s forehead furrowed, and then he backed away from me so fast he almost fell. “I…”

His newly blue eyes widened in bewilderment. He looked…lost.

“I…,” he said again. Then he looked over my head. “Devi!”

The bathroom door opened and Devi came out wrapped in a very short brown towel, her long, dark hair dripping wet. She didn’t seem to care that she was practically naked in front of two different guys, with all the lights on, and they seemed no more surprised to see her in a towel than I would have been surprised to see my sister in one, in the privacy of our own home.

But Devi wasn’t their sister, and this wasn’t their home, and they weren’t really family.

Did the boys walk around in towels too? I’d never seen a guy in as little as Devi wore.