Page 39 of Bone’s Choice

“Apparently, everybody in Marshfield thinks I can’t handle a bar.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Bone seemed to.”

Pink’s eyebrows pulled together. “Did he tell you not to work there?”

“No.”

“Did he tell you to stay away from it?”

“No.”

“Then Bone wasn’t telling you that you couldn’t handle it.”

I crossed my arms. “What was he doing?”

“Looking out for you.”

I laughed. “He doesn’t know me.”

“Exactly.”

There was something in the way she said it.

I narrowed my eyes.

Pink sipped her tea.

“No.”

She lowered the glass. “What?”

“You’re matchmaking.”

“I am absolutely not.”

“Good.”

“But—”

“No ‘but,’” I insisted.

She laughed. “I’m just saying Bone doesn’t normally turn his motorcycle around to check where random women are applying for jobs.”

“Maybe he’s extremely invested in the local hospitality industry.”

Pink almost choked on her tea.

I grinned. “Did you ever think of that?”

“No. Shockingly, I didn’t.”

“Well, there you go.”

She shook her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And employed.”