Page 170 of Bone’s Choice
“I’d pay to watch you try.”
“She’d probably win.”
“She definitely would.”
We both laughed.
I pulled her against me and she rested her cheek against my chest.
And I stood there holding her.
Hazel in my room at the Grave Prowlers clubhouse while my mother terrorized half my club with cleaning supplies. It should’ve felt wrong.
Like two pieces of my life I’d always kept separate had gotten shoved together without my permission.
Instead, it felt strangely fucking easy.
She slipped out of my arms before I could stop her and headed toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To help Pink.”
“No.”
She looked over her shoulder. “No?”
“I brought you back here to get you away from that shit.”
“Your mother is cleaning your clubhouse while five grown men follow her orders. There is absolutely no way I’m missing that.”
“Hazel.”
She opened the door.
I caught her hand before she could step into the hallway.
She looked down at our hands, then up at me. “You sure?” she asked quietly.
I knew she wasn’t talking about cleaning.
I tightened my fingers around hers. “Yeah.”
Her smile came back. “Okay.”
I walked out with her instead of letting go.
From the common room, Taco shouted, “Why the fuck am I cleaning a ceiling fan?”
Ma immediately yelled back, “Because it’s filthy!”
“Who looks at the top of a ceiling fan?”
“I do!”
“Why?”
Hazel started laughing.
