Page 46 of Moon's Promise

Larissa and Priscilla shared worried glances. The way Crazy Bitch was acting, she was practically warning them that the pregnancy test she was about to take better be positive.

“Yes … we’ll”—Larissa cleared her throat—“hope for the best. You can go into the treatment room, and Priscilla will be right there.”

“Where you going?” Crazy Bitch’s expression turned turbulent. “Don’t you want to be here when I get the news?”

“Of course, I do,” Larissa hastened to assure her. “Unfortunately, I need to go check on a patient. Priscilla will call me when she has your results.”

“Won’t be the same without you here.”

Larissa reached out to take Crazy Bitch’s hand. “I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t have to. Priscilla can put me on speaker phone right after you take the test. I’ll still be driving. I might not be here in person, but I’ll be with you when you find out. Will that work?”

“I guess it’ll have to. But if the test is negative, I’m going to wait here until you come back and break your other foot.”

“Having you as a patient is such a joy,” Larissa told her.

Crazy Bitch narrowed her eyes at her. “You’re kissing up to me, aren’t you? Because you’re making fucking bank off me, aren’t you?”

“Totally,” Larissa teased her.

“Works for me.” Crazy Bitch nodded at her. “Keep it up.”

Larissa shook her head at the woman. “Call me when you’re ready,” she told her sister, heading for the door.

Priscilla held the door open for her. “I wish you would wait.”

Larissa wished she would, too, but the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach was prompting her to go.

“I won’t be long,” she promised, maneuvering her crutches through the doorway.

Thankfully, the weather was on her side, and it was turning out to be a sunny day, brightening her spirits. Eryn’s fine, she told herself. At least with her going, she’d be able to assure Eryn that there were no hard feelings for her deciding to go the other route with the birth of her baby. Yeah … it was going to be fine with Eryn. Who she really should be worried about was Crazy Bitch. She wasn’t exactly one hundred percent positive the wild woman wouldn’t break her only good foot.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Viper was talking to one of the workers when Moon came through the door. When he saw Viper gesture toward the office, Moon walked inside to wait.

Hearing the door close, Moon turned seeing Viper eating the distance between them in furious strides.

“Before you say anything, I admit I fuck—”

Moon wasn’t able to finish his sentence before Viper grabbed him by the neck and lifted him into the air.

“Don’t open your fucking mouth until I ask you to speak. You motherfuckin’ hear me?”

“Yes,” Moon managed to croak out.

He found himself flung backward against the wall. The filing cabinet shook, sending the files on top sliding toward him. He managed to catch them and balanced them back on top. Then Moon warily watched Viper take a seat behind the desk.

“You better have a damn good explanation about what happened last night.” Viper shot him a dangerous glance, which if it had ammunition, he would be dead. “Because, right now, it’s taking everything I have not to beat your ass to Kingdom Come, and that would be if Shade and Razer left me a piece of you. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you looked at them last night. Do you have a fucking death wish?”

“I know I handled last night badly.”

“You think?” he snarled. “What in the fuck got into you? Have you been sniffing glue?”

Moon guessed the question was rhetorical because Viper didn’t give him a chance to defend himself.

“It’s the only thing I can think that could possibly explain how asinine you acted. Winter told me you seem to be under the mistaken belief”—his voice rose with each grated word out of his mouth—“that my wife snuck into your bedroom the night they got in a fight at Mick’s bar.”

Moon battled back the embarrassment filling him as Viper repeated what he had said to Winter. Shit, he didn’t have to be a rocket scientist, which he clearly wasn’t, to know Winter, Lily, and Beth now thought he was a first-class douchebag after last night. He had acted like a fucking asshole toward some chick in town because it was easier to take his frustration out on a stranger than on someone you had to live with.

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