Page 132 of Bone’s Choice

Crystal snorted.

“Jam discrimination?” I asked.

“Exactly.”

Rowdy lost it.

He bent over, laughing.

Taco turned on him. “Fuck you.”

Rowdy straightened. “Tell her how often you come.”

Taco’s face changed.

I looked between them.

“How often does he come?”

“Don’t.”

Rowdy grinned. “Every Saturday.”

“No,” I gasped.

“Yes.”

Taco pointed at him. “You weren’t supposed to fucking tell anybody.”

“Why?”

“I got a reputation to protect.”

Kori looked at the jar. “What kind do you normally get?”

Taco immediately answered, “Strawberry, but her raspberry is fucking good too.”

There was a beat of silence. Kori nodded seriously. “I respect that.”

“Thank you.”

Rowdy shook his head. “He gets here before she sells out.”

“Shut up.”

“He has jars at the clubhouse with his name written on the lids.”

Taco shoved the jam toward Kori’s chest. “Hold my shit.”

That only made me laugh harder.

Kori took the jar and inspected the label.

“You gonna fight me at the farmers market?” Rowdy asked.

“I might.”

“Over jam?” Crystal asked.