Page 114 of Moon's Promise

“You should all live here until the house closes,” he offered again. “I promise not to turn into a dick again and won’t make excuses to constantly come over.”

Despite being tempted, she shook her head. “We couldn’t—”

“I don’t see why not. Give me one good excuse.”

She took a bite of pizza to give herself time to think.

Moon laughed. “You can’t think of one, can you?”

“Give me a minute.”

“There’s no downside. Your sisters can use my garage to store their furniture.”

“You’re making it hard to refuse.”

“Then don’t. You’ll be even closer to Killyama,” he cajoled. “When’s she due?”

“Next week.” She let out a sigh of defeat. “All right, I’ll talk to Priss and Lana. If they agree, we’ll take you up on your offer.”

“Good.” He smiled, closing the pizza box and taking their plates to the sink.

“But only if you accept what we would have paid at the apartment.”

Moon started rinsing off the dishes. “I never refuse money.”

Feeling better at accepting Moon’s offer at his acceptance of the money, she called Lana and talked to both her sisters while Moon showed no conjunction about listening in on their conversation.

At Lana and Priss’ enthusiasm, her last doubt vanished, and she told her sisters she would talk to them tomorrow before hanging up.

“You’ve made their night.”

“What did it?” he asked, moving from behind the kitchen counter. “The large screen television or separate bedrooms?”

She cringed, realizing Moon had heard Priss’ squeal of delight.

“The bedrooms. She’s always shared a room with either me or Lana. All the bathrooms didn’t hurt, either. Thank you, Moon. I promise to take good care of your home until we move out. If you change your mind—”

“I won’t. While you’re here, go ahead and decorate the nursery if you get bored. I’m sure you’ll be a better hand at doing it than me.”

“I couldn’t.”

“I don’t see why not. That way, you can make sure it’s baby proof.”

“I don’t expect you to totally give away the access to your home. Feel free to come by to work on the nursery.”

“How about when you want to work on it, just give me a call, and I’ll come over?”

“That works for me.”

Moon glanced at the clock. “I didn’t realize how late it was.”

Larissa looked at the wall clock, stunned at the time. “It’s after twelve.”

“Thanks for confirming I can still read a clock,” he teased.

Larissa made a face at him. “I’m just shocked. I thought it was like seven or eight.”

“Me, too. I guess putting the crib together took longer than we thought.” Moon frowned at the clock.

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