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Raven
Even though theguys are buying me breakfast, I keep my food items to a bare minimum, not wanting to take advantage of the situation. I order French toast; that’s it. But then Hunter orders an extra coffee, and Jax orders an extra hash brown, and then they both try to give me the extras.
“Dudes, seriously?” I set the box with my French toast down on my lap. “Again?”
“Yes, again.” Hunter urges me to take the extra coffee he’s holding. “If you’d just order a full meal, I wouldn’t have to get extras.”
“Did you ever think that maybe I just wanted French toast?” I ask as Zay pulls out of the parking lot and onto the road. He has a breakfast sandwich in one hand and is steering the car with his other. “And to be honest, I’m not even used to eating this much food.”
I didn’t really mean anything by what I said, but apparently, they take it as me not getting enough food in general. At least, that’s what I’m assuming from the look of pity that crosses both Hunter’s and Jax’s expressions.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” I stress. “I get enough food.” To be honest, I do spend a lot of time feeling hungry.
Hunter sighs. “Just take the coffee, pretty Raven, or it’ll go to waste.”
Now I’m the one to sigh but take the coffee from him anyway. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” His smile broadens. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
I hesitate then shake my head, even though it kind of was.
“Good. And now it’ll be easier to accept Jax’s extra hash brown,” Hunter tells me then looks at Jax.
I turn to Jax and take the hash brown he’s holding out to me. “Thanks.”
He smiles then opens the box that’s on his lap, causing the wonderful scent of cinnamon-y French toast to waft through the air.
I open my own box of food and breathe in the scent. “That smells so good.”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said it’s the best French toast you’ll ever have,” Jax tells me as he opens the container with the syrup in it. Then he douses his French toast and hands it to me.
“I don’t know.” I pour syrup onto my French toast. “My dad made some really good French toast.”
As soon as I say the words aloud, I pause. It’s a little out of character for me to speak about my dad so openly, and I’m not sure if Jax or Zay know my parents are dead. How much do they know about me? I mean, they’re spies or something like that, so if they wanted to, they could find out a lot about me.
Crap, what if they know my entire story? Then again, if they did, they probably wouldn’t be here with me, so …
I focus on taking a bite of my French toast and, holy motherships, it’s like the best distraction ever.
“Oh my God,” I moan as the deliciousness engulfs my tastebuds.
No one really says anything, but they all look at me.
I glance at the three of them with my brows furrowed. “What?”
Jax rubs his lips together, his gaze flicking from my mouth to my eyes.
Thinking I must have syrup on my face, I grab a napkin and wipe at it, but it doesn’t seem like anything is on it.
Jax clears his throat while scratching his jawline. “I take it from that moan that you like it?”
I nod, more puzzlement webbing through me. “Yeah, it’s yummy. Definitely one of the best I’ve ever had.”
Smiling, he stuffs a bite of his French toast into his mouth, but I do catch him trading a quick look with Hunter.
For the next few minutes, everyone remains quiet as we eat our breakfast while making the drive to school. When Zay finishes his and tosses the wrapper into the bag, he breaks the silence to get into business-y stuff.
