Page 122 of Moon's Promise

“Priss?” Larissa asked.

“We always stick together.” Priss gave a reluctant sigh. “I’m not going to break our sisters’ code when you need me the most. Please be careful, Larissa. I love you, and I really don’t want to have to watch another sister suffer through a broken heart this year. My fat ass can’t handle helping you eat your way through a heartbreak. I still have to lose the fifteen pounds I gained when Lana was getting over Bennet.”

Lana made a face at her. “Don’t blame me for gaining weight. I didn’t force-feed you to eat with me.”

Priss made a face back. “No, just cooked all my favorites. You did it deliberately, wanting me to go to the gym with you.”

“You’re being ridiculous,” Lana snapped at her.

“I am not. You keep baking those cinnamon rolls despite me telling you to stop.”

“All you had to do was not eat them,” Lana snapped back.

“Yeah, right.” Pris rolled her eyes. “Who the hell can resist freshly baked cinnamon rolls? The only good part about staying in that hotel was you didn’t have an oven.”

Lana’s hands went to her hips. “See if I make them for you again!”

“Oh, I’m so scared.”

Larissa put a pause on her sisters’ sparring, reminding them that they were going to be late for work.

Locking the door behind them, she felt buoyed that they hadn’t put up a harder fight about moving into Moon’s home. In a month, they would be able to move into their new home and get settled in well before the baby was born.

Undeterred by her shyness of how they had spent the night, Moon had kissed her before leaving, promising to call her later that afternoon. When she came downstairs, she found he had set out a muffin and a small bottle of orange juice for her to take. His house key was balanced on top of the orange juice lid. She had felt special and taken care of. She was used to such consideration from one of her sisters, but it was a novel feeling coming from a man.

For the first time in a long time, she didn’t fear what the future held.

The women turned at the sound of the loud roar of a motorcycle.

Larissa picked up the small box out of the trunk as Moon parked his motorcycle beside Priss’ car.

“Need some help?” he offered, getting off his bike.

“No, thanks, I can manage.” Giving Moon a cold shoulder, Priss walked inside the house through the garage.

“She hates me.” Moon didn’t seem upset at the fact.

“She doesn’t know you.” Embarrassed at Priss’ cold attitude, Larissa closed the trunk.

Moon’s eyes twinkled at her. “I don’t think that will help.”

Larissa laughed at his droll humor. “Maybe not.”

“It was the kiss that did me in, wasn’t it?”

“Nah, I don’t think that was it.”

Moon took the box away from her with a wry smile. “I don’t know whether I should take that as a compliment or not.”

“Afraid of outing yourself as a good kisser? I already knew that.”

Moon gave her an appreciative look as they walked through the four-car garage. “Most women can get catty when it comes to their men’s past experiences.”

Larissa gave an offhand shrug. “I have no reason to be upset. It’s not like you’re my man.”

He stopped. “I’m not? Not even after last night?”

Larissa frowned, stopping next to him. “Why are you looking so mad at me? I would have thought you would be relieved I’m not blowing last night out of proportion.”

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