Page 67 of Bone’s Choice

“Whatever’s cold.”

“That narrows it down to almost everything.”

“Dealer?” Taco asked.

The man next to him leaned forward.

“Same. CL will know.”

I looked at the third guy with ROWDY on his chest. “Same.”

“And you?” My eyes landed on Bone.

“Same.”

“Four beers that only CL will know what kind. Easy enough.”

Taco put a hand over his heart. “I like easy.” Bone looked at him and Taco immediately lifted both hands. “Talking about beer.”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

Bone caught it. “You can laugh.”

That was what he’d told me the first time we’d met, so I did. “Be right back.”

I turned toward the bar, and I could feel him watching me.

I knew how that sounded, but I’d worked around men for years and I knew the difference between some asshole staring at my ass and someone simply paying attention to me.

Bone was paying attention. A lot of it.

I didn’t hate it.

That might’ve been the problem.

I reached the bar.

“Four beers.”

CL opened the cooler and stared at me. “You know there’s an ordering system, right?”

I held up my hands. “I don’t know how to put in the system, ‘four beers of whatever kind you think the four guys from the Grave Prowlers will drink.’” I tipped my head to the side. “Is there a button for that?”

He shook his head and put four bottles on my tray. “Go away.”

I carried the beers back.

Taco and Rowdy had disappeared. I spotted them at the jukebox, arguing over the screen. Dealer was gone too.

That left Bone and one other man at the table. I recognized him from the day all the motorcycles had stopped at Pink’s house. His cut said MYTH.

I set a beer in front of him. “Myth?”

He looked at his patch. “Good guess.”

“I’m very observant.”

“I’ve heard.”