Ian 8

IAN POV

   "That's great Ian," Trinity praises me as I flex and point my feet. 

   I try to keep the annoyance off of my face, but it's difficult. She sounds as if she is praising her new puppy, who just learned to sit...and her voice is like nails on a chalkboard. 

  My eyes dart across the room, and a grin tugs at my lips as I watch Chloe assist an older man who just had his knee replaced. She is so patient and tender, but her voice doesn't sound like the others. She isn't speaking in a higher tone or acting as if every small movement is a huge accomplishment. She is treating him like a man. 

  "Hey, big guy, focus," Trinity says from right beside me before squeezing my bicep. 

  I slightly jerk but she just grins. 

  "Wow, you are toned," she practically purrs, and the hairs on my neck stand up. 

  For some reason, this girl reminds me of every single footba