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He bats his eyelashes at me innocently. “Say what?”
I narrow my eyes at him because he knows exactly what I mean. “That I’m adorable.”
He presses back a smile. “Fair enough,” he finally says, and then his smile breaks through. “You’re cute.”
Jax snorts a laugh, eliciting a dirty look from me.
“Sorry,” he tells me, but he’s still smiling. “You are cute, though.”
I blow out an exhale, flitting my gaze to Zay, because I know he’s not going to be looking at me the same way as those two, like they think I’m the most amusing girl in the world. And he’s not. But he is looking at me in a curious way that confuses me. However, as soon as our eyes lock, he looks away and stands up.
“I have a few things to take care of, and then I’ll help get ready.” He starts to walk away, but then he looks back at me. “If it works for you, I’ll start training you tomorrow, since it’s so late today.”
Is he actually asking me if I want to do something? Usually, he just tells me.
“Yeah, that works for me.” The confusion is evident in my tone.
He doesn’t comment on it; he just walks off, heading up the stairs.
“I feel like he’s keeping something from us,” Hunter mumbles as he stares at the stairway where Zay went. Then he shifts his gaze to Jax. “What do you think?”
“I think there’s a good chance you’re right.” Jax absentmindedly traces the folds of my fingers with his fingertip. “You know as well as I do that he’s not going to tell us until he wants to.”
“I know.” Hunter rakes his fingers through his hair. Then he stares at the table for a moment before lifting his gaze to me, the tension in his features visibly alleviating. “You wanna go get dressed then help us set up?” he asks. “We have to go get changed, too.”
I nod while chewing on my lip. I don’t want to ask again, but I want to know.
He must read my mind because he smiles and says, “When we say setting up, we mean music, moving the furniture for dancing, and setting up a beer pong table, and maybe a poker one—stuff like that.”
My lips form anO. Seriously, I didn’t realize people actually did that kind of stuff at parties. The one party I went to, where I got locked in the closet, consisted of music playing from a phone and people hanging out on a sofa, talking. It was lame, but I was even lamer, you know, when I got my dumbass locked in the closet.
My thoughts drift back to that memory as the three of us get up to change. While I trust these guys to an extent, there’s still that mystery that surrounds the memories I keep having. And because of that, and the stuff that’s happened to me in the past, I’m kind of nervous.
What if this is all just one big, elaborate prank?
What if I end up locked in a closet tonight?
Or worse.
ELEVEN
ZAY
I’m staring out the window, my eyes on the snow-covered street. Anyone walking into my bedroom would probably think I was dazed out or stoned. Getting high isn’t really my thing, though. I like to be mentally present, especially when we’re hosting a party for a bunch of guys working for Hunter’s father. And mine. And Jax’s.
Hunter’s father is definitely the boss of the three, but all of them are scary motherfuckers. When we chose to leave that lifestyle, it was a huge deal. But we did it, and now we’re just going to welcome that old world into our home. I hate it. It’s money, though.
That’s not the only reason we’re doing it. It’ll allow us to maybe learn what’s going on in that world. And considering what I overheard today, I definitely want to know more, because what I told everyone I overheard isn’t even close to the truth. And the truth is that it’s not a coincidence Raven and her uncle, aunt, and cousin moved here. Hunter’s father was behind it. I don’t know why, but I need to find out. I’m just deciding if it’s worth telling Jax and Hunter about it yet, or if I should wait until I find out more. Hunter might be able to handle it, but Jax will freak out and probably cling to Raven more than he already is. That makes me nervous, too.
If Raven is in on whatever our fathers have planned, the last thing I want is for Jax to completely fall the fuck apart when it’s made known. He’s getting attached already, and it’s not a good thing. I should probably find a way to stop that, but I’m not sure how. Emotional connection is not my specialty at all.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I turn away from the window and say, “What?”
The door opens and Hunter pokes his head in. “Just checking on you.”
I raise a brow. “Since when do I need to be checked on?”
