Page 146 of Bone’s Choice

I grabbed my purse and climbed out.

His head turned toward me. “Hey.”

“Hey.” I shut the door and hit the lock. “How long have you been sitting there?”

“Not long.” That could mean five minutes or three hours coming from him.

I walked toward the porch. “You know most people text before they show up at someone’s house.”

“I was in the area.”

I stopped on the bottom step. “The clubhouse is two miles away.”

“Exactly.”

I laughed.

Bone’s mouth twitched.

“That’s not what ‘in the area’ means.”

“Close enough.”

I climbed the steps and he stood.

That was when I really looked at him.

Something was off.

Not bad, exactly.

Just... heavier.

Bone wasn’t exactly a bubbly man on his best day, but tonight there was something behind his eyes that hadn’t been there the last time I’d seen him.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

I nodded.

If he didn’t want to talk about it, I wasn’t going to drag it out of him.

I moved toward the door. “Want to come inside?”

“Hazel.”

My hand stopped halfway into my purse.

I looked at him. “What?”

He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

That wasn’t what I’d expected. “With what?”