Trinity (Moonstone Book 1) by Andi Bremner Page B

my throat.
    Toby eyed me square. “None. As far as I know, and I don’t know much. But I’ve known Gwen for years, before she and Trinity were in the band, and Gwen told me Trinity doesn’t date. Like ever. She’s as pure as snow according to Gwen, although by the way she dances and performs on stage you’d never pick it.”
    I’d picked it. But I didn’t share that with Toby.
    The other guys arrived and we got busy drinking. They all asked me about my date with Trinity, seeing as they were there the other night when I left, but I managed to brush off their interest with casual comments. We had a date, it was fun, probably won’t see her again. Even then the words stuck in my throat.
    The evening wore on and the guys started chatting up girls. Troy ended up leaving at about ten o’clock with two girls draped over each arm. A blonde and a brunette. I shook my head at him as he wandered out the door. Troy had girls gagging for him. But like Toby he’d never spent more than a few hours with any girl.
    Toby’s phone lay on the table and at almost midnight it beeped with a text. I glimpsed at it before he snatch it up and noted that it was Gwen. Interesting.
    Without looking at me Toby read the text before quickly texting her back. Pulling my phone out of my back pocket I checked it. A couple from Melissa, which was disappointing. I was seriously going to have to do something about that but I wasn’t quite sure what. I’d been pretty clear the other day but she was still texting and calling. I shoved the phone back in my pocket, not even bothering to read Melissa’s messages, trying not to feel disappointed that Trinity hadn’t text. Not that I had expected to hear from her; she’d made herself perfectly clear the other day.
    “So I’m outta here,” Toby said abruptly, standing up and scraping his chair back.
    We all looked up at in surprise. “Booty call?” Dylan asked.
    “Nah,” he told us, “not quite. Gwen’s at a party said I should come check it out. They’re playing.”
    He had my interest. “Where?”
    Toby snickered, reading my thoughts. “Across town. You can come if you want. I’m guessing she’ll be there.”
    I was already on my feet. Trinity had pushed me away but I wasn’t giving in that easy. The other guys were on their feet too.
    “None of you can drive,” Dylan said, “so I guess I’ll go too.”
    We slapped him on the back, although I would’ve crawled on my belly if it meant I got to see Trinity again.
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    The party was at a house and there were only a few cars out the front. It was dark, right across town near the industrial area and there were few streetlights that worked. Dylan parked the car out the front and we all clambered out following Toby up the path.
    “Whose party is this again?” Harry asked, eying the house warily.
    “She didn’t say,” Toby shrugged, “but said it was okay to just show up.”
    I hoped Trinity didn’t mind me just showing up. Already my skin prickled at the idea of seeing her again.
    We didn’t go through the front door but instead followed the sound of music around to the back yard. The lawn was scrappy and there were no plants in the garden. A discarded kid’s bike lay sprawled on the front lawn. Out back there were a group of people all sitting around on blankets and drinking. It was mellow and chilled out, hardly what I would describe as a party although there were quite a lot of people there.
    My eyes scanned the crowd until they found Trinity. She caught my breath away. Fuck , she was making me poetic.
    She sat on a stool in front of the crowd and someone had lit about a hundred candles and they were scattered around her, flickering in the slight breeze. She wore denim cut off shorts and a floral blouse knotted at her stomach. On her feet were thick, black boots. The tattoos were back, although there were just a couple this time and they traced delicately around her bicep. That made me smile. Fake tattoos to portray an image