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Except Bone didn’t move.

If anything, his arm tightened around me. I stared into the darkness, trying not to smile.

Interesting.

Chapter Sixteen

Bone

I woke up staring at a ceiling that wasn’t mine.

For a few seconds, I didn’t move. I knew exactly where the fuck I was.

Hazel’s bed. Hazel’s house.

Morning light came through the gap in the curtains, cutting across the bedroom and landing right over the foot of the bed. My clothes were scattered across the floor, one boot lying on its side near the dresser and the other somewhere closer to the doorway.

I was naked beneath Hazel’s sheets.

Alone.

That part was different.

Normally, I was the one gone first.

If I ended up at a woman’s place, I woke up, got dressed, and left. If she ended up in my room at the clubhouse, I made it pretty fucking clear the night before that she wasn’t staying for breakfast.

There wasn’t any awkward morning after.

No coffee. No lying around talking about what happened. No wondering when we’d see each other again.

We both got what we wanted, and then we went back to our lives.

Except apparently sometime between walking into Hazel’s house last night and right fucking now, I’d forgotten how I operated, because I’d stayed all fucking night.

I rubbed a hand over my face. “What the fuck?”

The room didn’t answer.

The last thing I needed was Hazel hearing me talking to myself. I turned my head toward her side of the bed. The pillow was dented where she’d slept, and the sheet had been pushed back.

I listened and heard water run somewhere down the hallway.

I stared at the ceiling again and couldn’t believe that she’d gotten out of bed before me.

Why the hell did that bother me?

I threw the sheet back and knew I needed to get the fuck out of here. That was what I’d needed to do probably three hours ago.

I sat on the edge of the mattress and looked around for my boxers. Found them halfway under the bed. My jeans were near the footboard. Shirt in the hallway.

I got dressed, and the shower kept running.

I grabbed my cut from the back of the chair in the hallway and shrugged it on. I should’ve headed for the front door. Instead, I looked down the hallway toward the bathroom.

Fuck.

I walked that way. I lifted my hand and knocked twice.