Page 137 of Moon's Promise

He sighed loudly. “I’ll go get you hamburgers from Marty’s.”

“You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you.” She lowered the towel to start fanning her face with her hand. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“I’m getting the idea. I do,” he replied, turning toward the hallway.

“When you order the food, tell Marty it’s is for me. He gives me extra pickles.”

“Okay.”

Putting her foot back in the water, she saw Moon was almost out the door. “Don’t come back unless you get enough for my sisters and yourself. I’m not sharing mine!”

She grabbed the pillow from the floor and put it behind her back. Then she opened the drawer of the side table and took out a box of Girl Scout s’more cookies.

She heard the door close behind Moon.

She had learned one thing by being a midwife: the only time you have control over people to get them to do anything you want was when you were within a few months of giving birth. You had to use that power wisely … and not take any prisoners.

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Moon shot himself out of the house before Larissa could give him any further demands. He barreled into Priss when he turned from shutting the door but managed to prevent both of them from tumbling to the ground.

“What the …?” Priss stared at him with wide eyes.

“Sorry, I’m in a hurry.”

Her gaze went from his to the door behind him then came back to his. Understanding dawned on her expression. “What does she want?”

Moon swore he saw burgeoning fear on her face.

“A sack of burgers.”

“Was she crying?”

“That’s putting it lightly.”

“Ugh!” Priss muttered quietly, as if Larissa could hear them from the living room with the closed door separating them. “You have to do whatever needs to be done so she doesn’t get to the crying stage!” she whisper-screamed. “I found that out when she wanted a banana milkshake for lunch the other day. And she nearly took off Lana’s head when she came home with Trefoils. She had to go back out and get the s’more cookies.”

“I would rather have to deal with a Girl Scout than Marty.”

Priss gave him a pitying look. “Clearly, you’ve never had to deal with the mother of one of them. Lana came back with two boxes of every flavor, just so she could buy two boxes of the s’mores. She made the mistake of telling them that her pregnant sister was craving them.”

Moon was starting to appreciate what Train had to live with, having Killyama as a spouse. The brother deserved a silver star.

“A heads-up would have been nice.”

“Why? And let you miss the joy of impending fatherhood?” she said snidely.

He debated hightailing it to Ohio as he tried staring her down.

His shoulders slumped. It seemed Priss was immune to his intimidation tactics.

“Do you want any burgers? Larissa told me she isn’t sharing.”

“I’ll take a sack. And get one for Lana. Saves me from having to make dinner.”

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