Page 45 of Bone’s Choice

My cock apparently noticed it too. Great. Exactly what I needed.

I looked away.

“Bone, get the rolls,” Ma ordered.

“Where?”

“Counter.”

I stood. “You invited me here to eat, not help.”

“Same thing,” she sassed and threw a wink at Hazel. Hazel leaned toward Ma. “He’s difficult.”

“Always has been,” Mom whispered loudly.

“I’m standing right here.”

“We know,” they said at the same time.

I stared at both of them. “This was a mistake.”

“What was?” Hazel asked.

“You two getting together.” I grabbed the basket of rolls. “This is what happens when you make friends with strangers.”

Hazel pressed a hand to her chest. “I’m not a stranger anymore.”

“Barely,” I muttered. I put the rolls on the table.

“Sit down,” Ma ordered.

I sat.

She brought the roast over and put it in the middle of the table before taking the chair at the end.

For the next few minutes, the only thing that mattered was food.

Ma’s pot roast had been one of my favorites since I was a kid. Beef, carrots, potatoes, onions, gravy thick enough to drown everything in.

I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until the first bite hit my mouth.

Hazel made a noise from across the table. A soft little moan.

My fork stopped halfway to my plate. Fuck me.

She closed her eyes. “Pink.”

“What?”

“This is amazing.”

Ma beamed. “I told you.”

Hazel opened her eyes and caught me looking at her.

Her eyebrows lifted and I put the fork in my mouth.

Nothing to see here.