And he gives me a look that says exactly that. “You know what I’m talking about,” he tells me. “She’s … Well, she’s … good looking—”

Zay snorts a laugh and mumbles something under his breath incoherently.

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “What? You disagree with him or something?”

He looks at me, or more like stares me down hard. “No. I just thought it was funny he used the term good looking.”

“Do you have a better word?” I ask.

Zay rolls his eyes as he slumps back in the seat. “We all know she’s fucking gorgeous, so we might as well not tiptoe around it.” He considers something. “However, whether she’s hot or not is beside the point … Being friends with an outsider is complicated. I mean, for starters, we’d have to keep our jobs a secret, which would be a pain in the ass since our jobs are a huge part of our lives.” I must pull a funny face, because Zay’s gaze turns accusatory. “Please tell me you didn’t already tell her about our jobs.”

Jax straightens, worry flooding his features. “Hunter, please say you didn’t.”

“Okay, I didn’t.” But it’s pretty clear I’m lying, and they both scowl at me. “Look, I didn’t tell her everything. She just got a weird text from an unknown number, and I tried to track it down for her.”

“Tried?” Zay asks.

“I could only get a vague location,” I explain. “But I’m going to continue looking into it for her.”

They both look annoyed as hell, and I guess that’s kind of understandable.

“Look, if we become friends with her, we can make sure she keeps quiet about it,” I say. “Plus, maybe she can help us learn more about her uncle.”

“And why do you think she’d help us with that?” Zay says with an arch of her brow. “Her uncle’s her family. We’re not.”

“Yeah, but I got the impression she’s not a huge fan of her aunt, uncle, or cousin.” I pick up my drink and take a sip, waiting for them to say something. They don’t. Finally, I set the glass down and ask, “So, what do you guys think?”

Jax shrugs while fiddling with a straw wrapper. “I’m not opposed to it, but I also don’t think we should tell her all our secrets either … If she told the wrong person the wrong thing … we could be screwed.”

“I know that,” I assure him. “We can be cautious around her.”

Jax deliberates momentarily then gives a small nod. “Okay, I’m fine with it, I guess.”

My gaze skates to Zay, and I lift a brow. “What do you think?”

“I think she’s going to drive me crazy,” he mutters. “But whatever. If you guys want to be friends with her, I can’t stop you.”

While that’s not a yes, it’s probably as close as I’m going to get to one.

“Awesome.” Noting the time, I close the file and slide it toward them. “I have to head to tryouts. Go ahead and look through that. There’s not much, but it’s a start.” I stand up, preparing to leave, but then I pause. “Wait—you guys are going to have to ride back with me, since I have the car.”