Page 27 of Bone’s Choice

She was still standing near her driveway, watching too. Her shoulders were lower than they had been before. I had only known her a few days, but Pink wasn’t hard to read.

She was warm. Open. Loud in the best way and smiled easily. Laughed even easier. The woman carried herself like sunshine with hot pink streaks in her hair.

Right now, there was a cloud over her.

Pink finally turned. The second she saw me looking, she smiled.

I brushed the dirt off my knees and stood. “What was all that?”

Pink walked toward me. “What was what?”

I stared at her and she kept coming. “The small motorcycle invasion.”

“Oh.” She waved a hand. “That was just Bone and his friends.”

I looked past her toward the empty road. “Friends?”

“Yes.”

“Pink.”

“What?”

“That was at least ten motorcycles.”

She smiled. “Probably.”

“And you’re calling that friends?”

“What else would I call them?”

“A motorcycle club?”

She laughed. “There’s that too.”

I folded my arms. “You really undersold this whole thing.”

“I told you Bone was in the Grave Prowlers.”

“You make it sound like it was Bone and a couple guys.”

Pink laughed harder. “So maybe I didn’t give you an exact number of friends he had.”

I shook my head.

She was impossible.

“That normal?” I asked.

“What?”

“All of them showing up?”

“Oh.” She glanced back toward the road. “Bone mostly comes by himself. Couple times a week, usually. He normally doesn’t have everyone with him, but I’m sure it’s nothing.”

I looked back at her. “You okay?”

Pink’s smile faltered for half a second. Then it came back. “I’m fine.”