Page 105 of Moon's Promise

His concerned voice brought an inexplicable reassuring warmth to the dubious part of her mind, which was still doubting the change in his behavior.

“The baby kicked. I guess she liked your answer.”

“May I?” Moon extended his hand toward her abdomen. Taking him by the wrist, she placed it over where the baby had kicked.

The silence stretched out as they waited for the baby to kick again. A streetlight in front of the car exposed Moon’s face. When the baby kicked, his tough features broke into a tender expression that most men wouldn’t feel comfortable revealing.

“Are you sure Priss was trying to pull one over me? He kicks like a boy.”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and find out.”

Her heart did the double-tap thump in her chest when Moon leaned forward to kiss her cheek.

“Thanks for letting me feel him kick.”

“You’re welcome.”

“I’ve been worried I’d miss out on some of the small stuff.” He straightened back in his seat.

“The baby is yours, too. I might not be the mother you envisioned having your child, but I don’t want to steal the joy of becoming a father, too.”

“Jet told you what I said?”

“About me not being the garden you wanted? Yes.”

“Asshole.”

“Why? You said it.”

“Not within your hearing.”

“At the time you said it, would it have mattered if I had?”

“No, it probably wouldn’t have,” he confessed.

“I can handle what you say about me, even if it is behind my back. I’d rather you talk honestly than be deceptive about your feelings.”

“I get that,” he agreed.

“I suppose you do.” Unconsciously, she gave a heartfelt sigh of regret.

Moon had straightened in his seat, but his palm still rested on her abdomen as they talked. She could feel his thumb gently stroking back and forth through the material of her dress.

“I should have said something the moment you spoke to me that night. I—”

“Let’s not discuss that night,” he cut her off. “How about we pretend I saw you downstairs and persuaded you to come upstairs to my room?”

Larissa shook her head. “I’m not good at pretending at something I would never do.”

“You don’t think I would have been able to convince you into having sex with me?”

“No, you wouldn’t have.”

“Wow. Even if you didn’t know then I was an ass?”

“No, not even if you had been smooth as butter.”

“Any particular reason why not? I’m not your type? My hair color—”

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