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They can just join the club.
The Raven-is-a-freak-club.
I almost ask, but Jax speaks first, and a small part of me is relieved by that.
“We should get started on our day,” he says, throwing me off a bit. “We have a lot to do.”
Right. Our big day of to-do stuff. Between the note and the drama, I’d almost forgotten.
I nod. “Yeah, we probably should.”
He offers me a smile then extends his hand toward me. I hesitate to take it, mostly because Hunter still has his hand on my waist. But, when I do, Jax starts to frown, so I hurriedly take it.
Hunter pulls away then. “I’m going to go work on some stuff for the party then look more into this note. Low should be here soon with some clothes.”
“I’m sure Zay is already working on checking out the house,” Jax tells him. “You know how he gets. He’s probably already checked out all the cameras and ransacked the house.”
Hunter wavers. “True, but you know he won’t check the basement, and the camera angles down there are shit.”
“Why won’t he go into the basement?” Part of me secretly hopes they’ll tell me Zay’s afraid of basements. I know it probably makes me sick and twisted, but it makes me kind of happy.
Tension suddenly flows off their bodies.
“Something bad happened to him in one,” Hunter says softly, “when he was a kid.”
He doesn’t specify, but I pick up on his vibe that whatever it was, was bad. Like terrifyingly bad.
And now I feel truly awful for secretly wishing Zay had a phobia of basements.
“But, anyway,” Hunter changes the subject, “we should get started with our day. Raven, baby, you should eat before you work out with Zay.”
“Right. I forgot I was doing that.” I must pull an amused face because he cracks a smile.
“Don’t worry. If he becomes a douchebag, you can text me to come save you.” He tugs on a strand of my hair. “We can use a code word.”
“But I don’t have a phone,” I point out, scratching my wrist, feeling twitchy about working out with Zay. Or just working out in general. I mean, sure, I can throw a wicked punch and a good knee to the balls, but if Zay’s going to try to make me run and do cardio … my smoker lungs are going to have a shit fit.
“Jax is going to go pick that up for you while you eat breakfast,” he tells me. “And some coffee. Lots of coffee.”
Jax nods while dragging his teeth across his bottom lip. “Maybe I could do that later.”
Hunter quietly sighs. “You know it needs to be done now. It’s important that she has a phone.”
“I know that,” Jax mumbles, opening and flexing his fists.
I’m not certain what’s going on, but I can sense he’s struggling with leaving.
Hunter’s expression softens as he looks at me. “Baby, can you give us a minute?”
I’m a little bit hurt, but I probably shouldn’t be. It just makes me seem clingy.
“Yeah, sure.” I start to step past him to head downstairs to get something to eat. But as I’m passing him, he reaches out and lightly brushes his fingers across my cheekbone.
“Thank you.”
The touch sends butterflies kissing across my skin, and my eyelashes uncontrollably flutter. I want to kick my own ass for reacting this way to a guy’s touch, but a small part of me likes it too much. Although, to be truthful, I’ve felt way off the last few days, unlike myself, less sassy and more … I don’t know … fluttery?
“No problem,” I tell Hunter in, thankfully, an even tone.
