Page 148 of Bone’s Choice
He didn’t have to be the loudest. He didn’t have to demand attention. He just had it.
But standing on my porch? The man looked like he’d rather fight ten people at once than explain what the hell he was doing with me.
“You know,” I said, “we could make this really easy.”
His eyes came back to mine.
“How?”
“If you don’t want to do this, don’t.”
His face immediately hardened.
I held up my hand. “I’m not mad.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“You look like you’re about to argue with me.”
“I probably am.”
I laughed softly. “Okay, then wait until I’m done before you do.”
He didn’t say anything.
“I like you.”
His eyes stayed on mine.
“I obviously find you attractive.”
His mouth twitched.
“Don’t get cocky.”
“Wasn’t.”
“You were about to,” I laughed.
“Maybe,” he admitted.
I rolled my eyes. “And what happened the other night was...” I paused. “Very good.”
“Very?”
“Don’t push it.”
He almost smiled. That helped.
“But I don’t know what you’re looking for, Bone. And honestly? I don’t think you know either.”
The almost-smile disappeared.
“You’ve got the club. You’re president. I get that it isn’t some weekend hobby where you guys put on leather vests and ride motorcycles around town.”
“Cuts.”
“What?”
