Page 131 of Bone’s Choice

Rowdy turned away and his shoulders started shaking.

Taco glared at him. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything,” he chuckled.

“Is that strawberry jam?” I asked.

Taco slowly brought the jar back around. “Yes.”

I blinked.

He stared at me like he was daring me to say something.

I couldn’t help it. “Seriously?”

“What?”

“You’re buying strawberry jam.”

“Yeah.”

I glanced at his cut, then at the motorcycle parked down the street. Then at the jam.

Taco followed my eyes. “What the fuck is wrong with jam?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re judging me.”

“I am absolutely judging you.”

“Why?”

I waved toward him. “You’re a biker.”

“And?”

“And you’re buying homemade strawberry jam at a farmers market.”

“So?”

Kori leaned toward me. “I’m with Taco. Jam is delicious.”

Taco pointed at her. “Thank you.”

“I’m not saying it isn’t.”

“Then what’s the fucking problem?”

“There isn’t one. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Bikers can’t eat jam?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Because that’s discrimination.”

My mouth dropped open.