Page 156 of Bone’s Choice

Ma’s car rolled into the lot and parked between my bike and Taco’s.

The passenger door opened and Hazel stepped out.

Well, fuck.

Whatever annoyance I’d been working up about Ma showing up without calling disappeared so fast it was embarrassing.

Hazel closed the door and looked around. She was wearing jean shorts and a loose green shirt that hung off one shoulder. Her dark hair was pulled into a messy knot on top of her head, and sunglasses covered her eyes.

I hadn’t seen her since I’d left her house this morning. Not even twelve hours and I was damn glad to see her. Which was another thing I wasn’t going to spend too much time thinking about.

Myth came up beside me. “Well.”

I looked at him. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Keep it that way.”

The front door opened before I reached it.

Ma came marching in like she owned the fucking place. Hazel followed a few steps behind her, looking considerably less sure about the whole thing.

“Good afternoon, gentlemen.”

I folded my arms over my chest. “Ma.”

“Bone.”

“You couldn’t call?”

She pulled off her sunglasses and slid them onto the top of her head. “I could have.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Correct,” she smiled.

Hazel lifted her hand. “Hi.”

I looked at her.

She gave me a small smile. Fuck.

“Hey.”

Ma looked between us, then she rolled her eyes. “Good Lord.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” She walked farther into the clubhouse.

Hazel stayed near the door. I wanted her closer.

“What are you doing here?” I asked Ma.

She looked around the clubhouse. “Saving you.”

“From what?”