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A small smile touches his lips, and then he squeezes my hand.
That smile … it’s kind of dazzling. So much so that when Hunter comes to a stop, I run into him.
“Shit,” I curse as I nearly trip and eat shit.
Luckily, mid-stumble, Jax manages to let go of my hand and loop his arms around my waist.
“You okay?” Jax asks at the same time Hunter turns around and gives me a funny look.
“It’s the shoes.” It’s only partially a lie. It’s the shoes and Jax’s smile making me a klutzy dumbass. “I’m not used to walking around in anything but boots or sneakers.”
Hunter’s gaze lowers to my feet, a smile touching his lips. “They do look killer hard to walk in, but you look sexy as hell.”
“Well, don’t get used to it,” I inform him. “I don’t really feel the need to look sexy all the time, and after this party, I’m going back to rocking my T-shirts, torn shorts and jeans, and old, worn-out boots.”
Hunter grins at me. “Well, that look is just as sexy.”
“If that’s true, then why in the hell do I have to wear this to the party?” I gesture at my outfit.
He shrugs as he pushes the nearest closed door open. “Ask Low. She picked it out for you.”
When I stare at him with an unimpressed look on my face, he chuckles. “If it makes you feel any better, while I love your normal look, you’d probably stand out at this party if you wore it. And it’s better if you blend in.”
“Like she’s going to blend in, anyway,” Jax mumbles from behind me.
My brows pull together as Hunter tows me into his bedroom. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
We’re all in the room then, and Hunter lets go of my hand to close the door. He and Jax trade yet another cryptic look.
“Dudes,” I groan. “Stop with the cryptic looks already. I’m starting to feel left out.”
Hunter laughs at that. “Sorry, baby, but sometimes when we do that, we’re sparing you the irritation we know you’re going to feel with what we’re thinking.”
“So, you’re thinking something bad?” I question, feeling sort of hurt.
Hunter shakes his head. “No, we’re thinking something good about you, but I’m noticing that you don’t do well with compliments.”
He’s right, and it’s weird that he has noticed this about me already.
But maybe it’s not an already thing …
The little boy smiles at me. “You’re pretty.”
I squirm self-consciously. “No, I’m not.”
I glance between them, almost saying,Do we know each other more than you’re letting on?
But, like always, I hear my mom’s voice whisper,Don’t say a word.
“What are you thinking about me?” I ask instead. “I want to know.”
They exchange yet another look.
“We were thinking,” Hunter starts, heading toward a dresser. “That you’re going to stand out, anyway, because you’re beautiful, and it’s noticeable.”
“People will probably hit on you,” Jax adds with a heavy sigh. “It could get annoying.” He wavers, his gaze meeting mine. “Well, unless you don’t care.” He waits for my answer calmly, but I detect the slightest twitch of anxiety in the pulse of his fingertips.
“I don’t want anyone hitting on me,” I clarify, wiggling my hand from Jax’s grip so I can wrap my arms around myself. “Especially mafia offspring that won’t admit their mafia offspring.” I’m mainly referring to people like the ones who threw me off the bridge.
