Page 68 of Bone’s Choice
I glanced at Bone. His eyes narrowed slightly. “What does that mean?”
Myth reached for a beer. “Nothing.”
I laughed. “See? There it is again.”
“What?”
“Everyone says ‘nothing’ around you when they clearly mean something.”
Bone looked at Myth. Myth took a long drink of beer. “Don’t drag me into whatever this is.”
“What is this?” Bone asked.
“No idea.”
“You started it and now I’m ending it.” I slid Bone’s beer toward him.
His fingers closed around the bottle. “How’s the job?”
I blinked. The question was simple, and it still surprised me. “Good.”
“You like it?”
“So far.”
“Crowd hasn’t scared you off?”
I put a hand on my hip and shook my head. “Disappointed?”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “No.”
“Because you seemed pretty convinced I couldn’t handle Bing’s.”
“Never said that.”
“You implied it,” I laughed.
“I told you it gets rough.”
“And?”
“And I was right.”
I looked around. “Looks fine to me.”
“It’s nine o’clock.”
“Is there a magical transformation at midnight?”
“Sometimes.”
I laughed.
Bone took a drink. “You making decent money?”
There it was again, actual interest.
Not flirting. Not some throwaway question because I happened to be standing beside him. He wanted to know.
