Um … What?

Hunter pulls me closer to him. “So, do you have our drinks or what?” he asks Benton. “Because we’d like to get out of here sometime tonight.”

Benton studies us for a beat before pushing away from the car. “Yeah, it’s in my truck. Hang on.” Weirdly, his gaze lingers on me for a second or two before he starts across the parking lot to the red, lifted truck that Jax and Hunter said was his.

“Let’s get in the car,” Jax says as he threads his fingers through mine.

I become super aware that I’m holding both their hands again and wonder if it’s okay. I truthfully don’t know, since neither of them seem bothered with the other one touching me. And it’s not like any of us are actually dating. We’re just friends. And friends can hold hands, right?

Still, I feel a little weird.

Clueless Raven.

I always thought I knew a lot of shit, and I do. But, when it comes to guys, I’m starting to realize I’m kind of naïve. I don’t know what to do with that, and I don’t like the feeling at all. So, I just decide to go with the flow and let both of them hold my hands as Jax steers us to the passenger side of the car.

He opens the door up and has me climb inside. Hunter lets go of my hand as I do, yet Jax keeps a hold of my hand as he scoots in right beside me. Then, the second he closes the door, he rotates toward me and releases my hand, but only so he can slide his arm along the back of the seat, angling his body toward me with his knee pressed against mine.

Hunter opens the driver’s side door and gets in. Then he shuts the door before twisting toward me, our gazes colliding. “So, what happened?” he asks, brushing strands of his hair out of his eyes.

Sucking in a breath, I proceed to tell them about what happened once the fight broke out all the way up until I found the card on the floor. Once I’m finished, neither of them speaks. Benton still hasn’t returned to the car, which I find a bit odd, but he was on his phone before he left, so maybe he’s talking to someone.

Jax and Hunter exchange a look through the darkness of the cab.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Hunter asks Jax with a brow raised.

Jax nods, dazing off for a moment while combing his fingers through my hair. I can’t tell if it’s an absentminded act or not.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking.” I look between the two of them. “So, how about you guys let me in on your secret?”

“It’s not a secret,” Hunter informs me. It’s hard to read his expression due to the fact that the only light in the cab comes from the moon and the neon signs. It gives everything this eerie glow, as if we’re in a horror movie. “We’re just thinking that the bar fight probably wasn’t accidental.”