Haru
Ah, I see. Conrad was being treated by his brothers like my brothers treat me, being the baby of the bunch. No matter how old the youngest gets, the youngest would always be treated like a brat, huh? Then I wondered how old Conrad was. Probably around Mason’s age.
To me, Tristan asked, “Are you freaked out, err...?”
“Haru,” Sakura provided. “His name is Haru, meaning spring in Japanese and he’s half-Japanese.”
Tristan burst out laughing. “You’re half-Japanese? I thought you were, but now I’m sure. And your name means spring. That’s a nice name, like our sister Sakura.”
“Hello, everybody, we’re home.”
Two males came in through the front door, and I suspected they were the brothers I hadn’t yet met.
“A guest?” one said. “And he’s damn beautiful.” He chuckled, his eyes twinkling.
I felt my stomach knotting in dread. Why did I have the feeling this one was kind of a pair with Tristan?
“Logan,” Tristan provided. “He’s the other triplet, and my buddy.”