Page 127 of Bone’s Choice

I walked away.

“You’re going to regret that,” she called.

I raised my hand over my head. “I already don’t.”

We made it another twenty feet before something smelled so good I stopped again.

This time, nobody questioned me.

“Cinnamon rolls,” Kori whispered. She said it like she’d just seen God.

Crystal laughed. “And now we lose her.”

Kori took off. Actually took off.

“Kori!”

She ignored me.

I looked at Crystal. “Does she always run toward baked goods?”

“Pretty much.”

“Good to know.”

We caught up with her at a booth where a woman was pulling cinnamon rolls out of large bakery boxes.

Kori hadn’t lied.

They were huge.

I stared at them. “Okay.”

Kori looked smug. “What?”

“You were right.”

She bumped my shoulder. “Say it again.”

“No.” I didn’t take my eyes off the cinnamon rolls.

“Hazel.”

“I said it once. Don’t get greedy,” I muttered.

She pointed at the rolls. “Worth eight forty-five?”

“Ask me after I eat one.”

We each bought one, then found an empty bench nearby.

I made it three bites before I understood why Kori had been willing to negotiate away fifteen minutes of sleep for this. “Oh my God.”

Kori nodded with her mouth full.

Crystal pulled a piece from hers. “She’s ruined regular cinnamon rolls for me.”

“This is ridiculous,” I moaned around a mouthful.