Page 76 of Bone’s Choice
“Why did you follow me?”
I could’ve given her some bullshit.
Wanted a cigarette. Needed air. Had to take a piss and got lost.
Instead, I shrugged. “Saw you leave.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Wanted to know where you were going.”
“Why?”
“Lot of questions.”
She smiled, “But you don’t have a lot of answers.”
“I’ve got answers.”
“Let’s hear one.”
I took another drag. “Maybe I wanted to talk to you without seven assholes listening.”
Hazel smiled. “Your friends?”
“Brothers,” I corrected her.
“Right.”
She’d seen the club. She knew what we were.
“Do you guys always travel in packs?”
There was that smart mouth again. “Not always.”
“Because every time I see more than one of you, there are suddenly motorcycles everywhere.”
“There’s eight of us tonight.”
“I counted.”
I grinned. “You keeping track of me again?”
“I was keeping track of the motorcycles.”
“Sure.”
“You’re very full of yourself.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Probably a lot.”
“Mostly by you.”
Hazel laughed. She tipped her head back against the brick. “Remind me again—how long have you been president?”
“Few years.”
