Page 166 of Bone’s Choice

“Yeah.”

“That little shit.”

I smiled. “You like him.”

“I do,” she confessed.

“Everyone does.”

“That probably encourages him.”

“It does.”

I started walking again. Hazel came with me. When we reached my room, I opened the door and pulled her inside.

The second the door shut, she started talking. “I swear I didn’t know she was bringing me here.”

I leaned back against the door. “I know.”

“She said we were going for a drive.”

“Sounds like Ma.”

“And then we turned this way, and I figured maybe she was just giving me a tour or something, but then she pulled into the clubhouse and—”

“Hazel.”

“I told her maybe we should call first, but she said she didn’t need an appointment to see her own son, which honestly sounded reasonable at the time—”

“Hazel.”

“But then we walked in and you looked annoyed, and I don’t want you thinking I’m trying to invite myself into your club or whatever because I’m not. I know this is your thing.”

I pushed away from the door.

She kept going. “I can leave.”

I stopped. “What?”

“I can walk home. It’s only two miles.”

“No.”

“If you don’t want me here—”

I grabbed her face and kissed her. That shut her up.

Her hands landed against my chest, and for half a second, she froze, then her fingers curled into my shirt.

I backed her toward the wall.

Her lips parted beneath mine, and I deepened the kiss.

Fuck. I’d seen her this morning. I’d kissed her before I’d left her house. I’d spent half the fucking night with my hands on her. And somehow I still felt like it’d been days.

Her arms slid around my neck, and my hands moved down her sides and settled on her hips, pulling her against me.

She made a soft sound against my mouth.