Page 146 of Triplet Trouble For My Billionaire Boss

“Umm…” I consider my iffy stomach this morning. It’s fine now, but I’m still a bit worried. Coconut water shouldn’t hurt it, though. Right? “Yeah, I’ll have one too.”

Cole signals to the vendor, who swiftly chops the top off another coconut and hands it to me with a polite nod. I wrap my fingers around the cool, smooth shell and take a cautious sip through the straw. The coconut water is sweet, refreshing, and thankfully, it doesn’t immediately send my stomach into a tailspin.

I take out some cash, but Cole is already handing over a bill before I can argue.

“You always do that,” I say, nudging him lightly as we step away from the stand and continue down the street.

“Do what?”

“Pay before Ican.”

He smirks. “I have faster reflexes—and more money.”

I roll my eyes but smile as I take another sip. Robbie is already drinking his with exaggerated gulps, clearly pleased with his choice. “It’s good, right?” I ask him.

He nods enthusiastically. “Way better than juice!”

Cole raises a brow. “That’s a bold statement.”

Robbie grins, his coconut nearly as big as his head. “It’s true!”

I laugh, shifting the coconut in my hands as we continue walking.

The street is alive with movement, bursts of laughter and chatter surrounding us.

A group of local musicians is set up outside a restaurant, their lively drumbeats and strumming guitars drawing a small crowd. People move in and out of the open-air shops, some carrying woven baskets filled with fresh fruit, others stopping to admire handmade jewelry laid out on wooden tables as merchants call out form their stalls, advertising everything under the sun.

It’s vibrant and beautiful, and I’m so grateful that the nausea from this morning didn’t last.

When Cole had suggested coming into town, I hadn’t been sure I’d be up for it, not after the way I felt when I woke up. But after a shower, some water, and a little time to shake it off, I’d started feeling better. Now, walking in the sun, with Robbie excitedly pointing out every newthing he sees, I can’t imagine missing this.

“Annie, look! This lady is making bracelets!”

I follow Robbie’s gaze to a small stand, where a woman is weaving delicate, colorful threads together, her hands moving quickly as she braids patterns into the thin strands.

“You want one?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

“Yes!”

“Pick one out,” I tell him, leading him toward the stand.

Cole follows, standing close beside me, making me very aware of his presence.

Robbie’s eyes scan the dozens of bracelets laid out in neat rows, his little fingers hovering over a few before settling on one with shades of blue and green. “This one!”

The woman smiles, nodding approvingly as she takes the bracelet and ties it snugly around his wrist.

“Looks good, buddy,” Cole says.

Robbie beams, admiring it like it’s the coolest thing in the world.

I glance at the other bracelets, my fingers brushing over one with soft pinks and golds woven into the pattern.

Cole notices. “You want one too?”

“Oh, no,” I say quickly, pulling my hand back. “I was justlooking.”

Cole doesn’t hesitate. He picks up the bracelet I was eyeing and hands it to the woman, who smiles knowingly as she gestures for my wrist.

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