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Her eyes went dewy soft again. “I think it’s so sweet that you thought of my mother coming for a visit. I was waiting to move into my house before inviting her.”

“After the baby is born, we can reevaluate our relationship. If it goes like I hope, we can switch houses with your sisters and mother. If it doesn’t, you and the baby will be situated in your new home, and I’ll move back once your sisters leave.”

“Mom won’t move to Treepoint. She’ll never leave Bowling Green permanently.”

“Your mother never had a grandchild before.” He lowered his mouth to nuzzle her neck. “What do you think of my idea?”

“I’ll have to talk to my sisters first.”

“Talk it over with them, for sure. The ball is in your court,” he assured her. “Just keep in mind”—Moon started playing with her earlobe with the tip of his tongue—“I don’t feel comfortable fucking you with your sisters in the bedrooms next to yours.”

Her neck arched back, providing him with better access. “We should finish watching the movie,” she suggested, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back to put a little space between them.

Letting her resume snuggling against him, Moon had to concentrate on who had killed Pace to get his dick under control.

The movie was almost over when he looked down and saw Larissa had fallen asleep. Carefully standing, he lifted her into his arms then carried her upstairs, where he laid her down on the bed, covering her with an extra blanket from the bottom of the bed. He gazed down at her for several minutes before turning the light out and leaving the room.

Downstairs, he switched off the lights and checked the doors before leaving. Then, out in the cool night air, he took in a shaky breath.

She was getting under his skin. How in the fuck could she be a raving bitch whom he wanted to ditch one second, and the next, a kitten he wanted to stroke until she came apart in his arms?

As he stared up at the sky, he saw it was the first quarter moon. He missed Hawaii. There, he had been able to sit on the beach and stare out at the moon and the stars and dream of the family he would have in the future, not like the one waiting for him to come home. Shaking off thoughts of his childhood invariably brought back bitter memories. Memories which were better off left in the past.

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

“Ithink that’s all of it.”

Larissa couldn’t understand why Moon looked so pleased. The mountain of boxes he had transferred from the storage unit, plus her things she had taken to his house, was now sitting in the living room in her house, waiting to be put where they belong. She was so overwhelmed trying to figure out which job she should tackle first, she didn’t notice Moon coming up behind her.

“It looks worse than it is.”

Larissa waved a helpless hand at the stacks of boxes surrounding her. “Usually, Priss or Lana do the moving. How am I supposed to know where they want their things to go?”

Moon turned her to face him. “You look like you’re ready to run for the door.”

She was desperately trying not to burst into tears. “I’m not any good at this type of thing.”

He frowned down at her. “What kind of thing?”

“Normal stuff, like moving.”

The comforting hug he gave her lessened the panic threatening to overwhelm her.

“I know it seems a lot, but with both of us working together, we’ll get it done. It doesn’t have to be done in one day, does it?”

“No, I suppose not.” She nodded against his chest.

“Are you regretting us moving in together?”

“No, moving always makes me nervous. I hate for things to be out of place.”

“Technically, nothing’s out of place if we haven’t taken them out of the boxes. It’s a brand-new house; you haven’t found a place for the things to go.”

“You’re right.” Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself out of his arms. “Okay, where should we start?”

The words were no sooner out of her mouth than she heard a knock on the front door. Opening her mouth to call out, “Come in!” she caught Moon’s glower.

“I’ll just get that.”

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