Page 139 of Bone’s Choice

Taco laughed harder. “I mean she didn’t ask about you.”

We were grown fucking men. Women came through the clubhouse. Guys disappeared with them. Nobody cared.

But Hazel wasn’t some woman who’d come through the clubhouse.

She lived next door to my mother. And obviously that was enough for these two assholes to think they’d found the funniest thing to happen all year.

Taco finally got himself under control. “Relax, Prez.”

“I am relaxed,” I insisted.

“Sure.”

“Did she seem okay?” I asked.

He pressed his lips together.

I pointed at him. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Answer me.”

Taco shrugged. “She seemed good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means good, Bone. Happy. Having fun. Laughing. Buying shit with the girls.”

I nodded. Good. She should be having fun. I didn’t want her sitting around waiting for me. So why the fuck did it bother me that Hazel clearly liked things the same way I did?

“She’s funny,” Rowdy said.

I looked at him. “What?”

“Hazel. She’s funny.”

“I know.”

Both of them went quiet.

Fuck.

Taco’s eyebrows slowly lifted.

I stood. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t—”

“You’re about to,” I cut him off. I grabbed my coffee.

“Where are you going?” Taco asked.

“Away from you two.”