“He might get money for it,” Zay says, reclining back in the chair with his arms crossed, his face set in deep thought. “Sometimes, when people become guardians, especially because of a will, they get compensation. Maybe your parents had a will with something like that in it, worried your uncle wouldn’t take care of you unless he got something out of it. And they put that you had to be eighteen before he got it in order to make sure he took care of you until you became an adult.”

I crinkle my nose. “Well, that fucking sucks. He’s never gonna let me move out until I’m eighteen then.” I waver. “My parents didn’t really have a lot of money. I don’t think so, anyway.”

“They could’ve had life insurance policies,” Zay states with his brows creased and his head tilted to the side, deeply pondering something. “If so, we should be able to find it online.”

“Really?” I question. “They put wills online where anyone can see them?”

A smirk curls at his lips. “No. Only the ones who know how to hack into the system can see them.”

“Right. You guys are hackers. I forgot.” I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

A beat of silence goes by, and then Hunter starts chuckling while Jax smiles at me like I’m the most amusing thing ever. Even Zay looks like he’s struggling not to laugh.

I squirm self-consciously. “What’s so funny?” I ask, glancing at the three of them.

“Nothing.” Hunter gets his laughter under control, but a smile remains on his face as he gets to his feet and crosses the room toward me. “You’re just adorable, that’s all.”

I make a big show of dramatically rolling my eyes. “No, I’m not.”

The corners of his lips quirk. “You are, though.”

“Are not—”

He places a finger to my lips. “Are, too. Now stop arguing.”

I narrow my eyes at him, but I’m not really pissed off. Honestly, it’s difficult to be pissed off at him.

He seems to find my silence amusing, a smile tugging at his lips. Then he lowers his finger from my lips and full-on grins. “I think I won that one,” he remarks haughtily.

I open my mouth, preparing to hand him his ass with a clever remark, but Zay interrupts.

“I think, if she’s really planning on staying here, she should call whoever she needs to call so we can get that taken care of. Then, Hunter, tomorrow, you can look into the will and see if you can find out exactly what it says. But tonight, I want to focus on figuring out more about this game the families have reinstated and see if we can come up with a game plan for tomorrow, because if all the families really are playing, shit’s going to hit the fan at school.”

Hunter blinks, as if he forgot about the game.

Truthfully, I did, too. Now that he’s brought it up, though …