Page 18 of Moon's Promise

Puck gave him a satisfied grin. “She tried. I changed her mind. Jewell had enough women to take her back. I needed someone to massage mine. Have you asked her for a massage yet? If not, you’re missing out.”

Moon felt an unexpected jab of jealously. The emotion was so new he thought it was indigestion at first. He realized it was jealousy when he wanted to smash Puck in the face with his plate. “Her foot rub is nothing to sneeze about, either.”

“Oo…” Puck’s grin widened. “Guess what Echo will be doing tonight.”

“Not if I snag her first again.” Moon didn’t know why he wanted to put a wrench in Puck’s plans. He was still pissed about the hickey. Why did he give a fuck if Echo gave Puck a foot massage?

Puck gave him a confused frown. “When were you with Echo last night? We watched movies when I got back from Rachel’s house. We stayed in my room the whole night. You mean this morning after I came down to start breakfast at six?” Puck nodded his head, as if he had answered his own question.

Moon frowned. “Echo was with you the whole night? Bro, I got news for you; she must have snuck away when you were sleeping because she came to my room in the middle of the night.”

“Why would she have to sneak? If she wanted to go to your room, all she had to do was tell me.”

Puck was right. She wouldn’t have had to sneak into his room without telling Puck. The brothers were never jealous over which woman slept where unless they were claimed. Echo wasn’t claimed. Hell, he didn’t know why he was making a big deal out of it, anyway.

“Never mind. I could be wrong.”

Puck and Jesus stared at him strangely.

“You good, bro?”

“Of course.” That was the last time he got so wasted he mind-fucked himself.

“Cool.” Puck stood up, his eyes traveling up from the table toward him.

Moon’s lips tightened ominously when Puck sat back down and started laughing.

“Brah, is that a fucking hickey?”

“Can I get you anything?”

Using the heel of her good foot, Larissa turned, shuffling until she managed to back up until she felt the bed behind her. Pulling the crutches out from under her, she sat down on the bed. “A bottle of water, please.”

“No problem. Lana, bring her a bottle of water when you bring the pillow,” Priscilla yelled out.

Larissa gave her sister an exasperated look. “I could have yelled at Lana to bring me the water if I wanted to wake the whole apartment complex.”

Priscilla gave her an unrepentant grin. “Sorry about that. Old habits are hard to break. Here, let me help you put your foot on the bed.”

Larissa stopped her before she could bend down. “I need to go to the bathroom first.”

“It would have been simpler if you had gone to the bathroom before sitting down.”

“I thought of that, but I needed to rest. Those crutches hurt.” Larissa hated that her voice sounded so weepy, but darn it, her foot hurt.

“What’s wrong?” Lana asked, walking into the room. “Why’s she crying?”

“I don’t know.” Confused, Priscilla sat down next to Larissa and started rubbing her back. “I just asked her why she didn’t go to the bathroom before she sat down.”

“What did she say?”

“I’m right here,” Larissa reminded them. “I told her the crutches hurt.”

Lana sat down next to her on her other side, taking her hand. “You’ll get used to them,” she soothed. “How’s the pain?”

“Not too bad.”

“Let’s get you to the bathroom, and then we’ll get you settled in bed. You’ll feel much better after you get some sleep. I’ve scheduled an appointment with an orthopedic tomorrow. Once you get the temporary cast off, you’ll be able to manage easier with a boot. I’ll even spring a scooter for you, so you don’t have to deal with the crutches.”

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