“I know, but I just want to make that clear,” Hunter stresses.

They start talking back and forth about that while I try to decide if I’m in any real danger or not.

Jax must sense this, because he leans over and whispers, “You’re fine. No one’s going to hurt you, sweetheart.”

I offer him a grateful smile, but on the inside all I can think is: did he just call me sweetheart?

He gives me a small smile back then scoots forward in the seat and interrupts Hunter and Zay. “It’s getting late,” he tells them. “If we’re going to convince her to help us, you two might want to start convincing her in a less frightening way.”

Zay and Hunter look at him then back at each other.

“He’s right,” Hunter tells Zay. “If we want her to help us, we’re gonna have to be upfront.”

Zay drags his hand across his mouth, glancing at me and then at Hunter. “You want to tell her everything?”

“Well, not everything, since it’ll take all damn night,” Hunter says, “but we can tell her a little bit about what we do and let her sleep on that. Then, tomorrow, she can let us know if she wants to help us, and we can give her our whole background.”

Their whole background?

I can’t help thinking about how Katy made it seem like they were a mystery, and now they’re saying they’re going to tell me everything about them?

I wonder if it’s true?

Zay deliberates for a moment before nodding. “Fine, tell her. But only after we make a pact that what we say between the four of us, stays between the four of us. And if anyone breaks the pact, then they’re out. Kicked out of the group. Finished—”

“Okay, we get the picture,” Hunter cuts him off. “Jesus, Zay.”

“I’m just trying to protect us,” he stresses. “That’s all.”

Protect them from what, though?

“I know,” Hunter says, his voice softening. “And making a pact is fine. You just don’t need to be so intense about it.” He looks at me. “Are you okay with making that pact?”

I nod without a drop of hesitation, since I have no one to tell and nothing to lose really. “Of course.”

The edges of his lips tip up into a relieved smile then he looks at Jax. “Are good with that?”

Jax shrugs. “I have no problem with it.”

Hunter bobs his head up and down then looks at me. “Honestly, you already know some of it already.”

“You mean, like how you can track people’s numbers and stuff?” I ask, scooting forward in the seat.

His lips quirk. “That’s only a little bit of what we do. We can do a lot more things.”

The way he says it kind of sounds like the words kind of have an underlying meaning. When Zay gives him a dirty look, I figure I’m right

“What sorts of things?” I ask while folding my arms on the back of the seat.