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“Yeah, I like you, too,” he says without missing a beat, almost as if he does it absentmindedly.
I press my lips together to stop myself from giggling at his statement. “Well, that’s not what I meant, but I’m glad you do.”
Now he’s the one to press his lips together. Then he looks away and I think,Holy crap, he might be a bit embarrassed.And I decide right then and there that cute, quiet guys are absolutely adorable when they get embarrassed. Then I decide to let him off the hook, even though I kind of like how cute he looks right now.
“What I mean was: are you as scary as Zay is?” I say. “Well, to other people anyway.”
He lets out a quiet exhale then looks at me, fiddling with his brow piercing. “What do you think?”
I consider what he said while eyeing him over. “I think you’re like the quiet, calculating type. Like you’re not as in-your-face as Zay, but only because you like to plot your revenge.”
Amusement sparkles in his eyes. “That’s how you see me, huh?”
I shrug. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just shy.”
That gets him to laugh. “Yeah, hell no. I’m just not a fan of talking to people unless it’s worth my time.”
His remark makes me think about how he’s standing here talking to me, but I really doubt he meant it like that. Then he smiles again, and I wonder if maybe he did.
We’re still smiling at each other, like a couple of idiots, when Hunter strolls out of the office. He has a cocky grin on his face and is carrying a few pink slips of paper. “See? Told you I could pull it off.” His smile stays on his face but puzzlement fills his eyes as his gaze bounces back and forth between Jax and me. “Okay, what’d I miss?”
I angle my head to the side. “Nothing really. Why?”
He stops beside me and assesses me. “Then why are you and Jax smiling at each other like a couple of weirdoes?”
“If smiling makes you a weirdo, then you’re the biggest weirdo ever,” I quip with a cheeky grin.
Hunter grins. “Touché, BFF.”
I giggle, and he gives me this amused smile. I’m about to ask him what’s up when his brows pucker as his gaze sweeps the hallway.
“Where’s Zay?” he asks, his gazing landing back on Jax.
“He went to class,” Jax tells him with a shrug. “I’m not sure what he’s going to do about being late, but I figure that’s his problem.”
Hunter pulls a face. “Yeah, I’m gonna go give him the pass. The last thing we need is for him to be stuck in detention while we’re working a case.”
He hands Jax and me a pink slip then looks at me. “You can meet us at lunch, right?”
I nod. “Zay already basically told me I had to.”
“He can be bossy, can’t he?” Hunter asks, and then he becomes serious. “You don’t have to listen to everything he tells you to do. I mean, I don’t think you’re the kind of girl who would, but I also know Zay will use you working for us as an excuse to boss you around, but you shouldn’t let him.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” I assure him. “But I don’t mind meeting you guys for lunch. I don’t have any other plans anyway.”
Smiling, he reaches out and lightly tugs a strand of my hair. “Good. I’m glad I get to have lunch with my BFF.” He starts to back away as he adds, “And I can try to work a little bit on tracking down that person sending you harassing texts.”
With everything going on this morning, I almost forgot to bring that up to him.
“Okay, thanks,” I tell him. “They texted me again last night, so I was going to ask you if you could.”
He pauses. “Really?”
I nod.
“Okay, I’ll look at those texts at lunch, too.” Then he spins on his heels and basically skips down the hallway.
It takes a second for his last words to register, and then I feel sick. He wants to look at those messages? The ones that implied I killed my parents? What if he wants to know the entire story?
