Page 37 of Bone’s Choice

“You said it with a face.”

Pink picked up her iced tea. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Why does everyone do that when I mention Bing’s?”

She stopped with the glass halfway to her mouth. “Everyone?”

Shit. I should’ve known she’d catch that.

Pink slowly lowered her glass. “Who else made a face?”

“Nobody.”

“Hazel.”

“It wasn’t important.”

“Who?”

I sighed. “Bone.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Bone?”

There was way too much interest packed into one word.

I immediately regretted saying anything. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Whatever you’re about to do.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’ve got a look.”

Pink pressed her lips together. “Where did you talk to Bone?”

“Bing’s.”

“When?”

“Yesterday.”

Her eyebrows climbed even higher. “Bone was at Bing’s?”

“No.”

Pink stared at me.

I stared back.

“Then how did you talk to him at Bing’s?”

“He was riding by.”

“And he stopped?”

“Technically, he turned around.”