Page 189 of Moon's Promise

As they talked, she noticed Killyama shift in her seat at the patio table near them to blatantly listen.

“Just remember, my man is taken.” Killyama might have sounded like she was joking, but the threatening look in her eyes left the unmistakable impression that she wasn’t playing when it came to Train.

The subtle threat must have gone completely over Lana’s head.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Lana’s smile was friendly.

“I would—”

“Who’s the man with the long brown hair?” Larissa decided to save her sister in case she slipped up and said the wrong thing.

“That’s Jesus. Train invited him.”

“Who’s the man talking to Mom?” Lana asked, her prolonged gaze centered toward their mother, who was making her interest obvious.

“That’s Keller. That dude is out of both of your mother’s and your league,” Killyama answered.

“Why?”

“Just take my word for it. He’s from the Ohio branch of The Last Riders, or he used to be. He just got out of the service. Train said he’s trying to decide if he wants to join again or go his own way.”

“I can see that,” Larissa mused out loud. “He seems to be the type of man who wants to do his own thing.”

Killyama regarded her as if dissecting if she was interested in Keller or not.

“Moon decided not to come?” Killyama asked.

“No, he’s watching the baby.”

“He didn’t care you came?”

Larissa took her tea back from Lana. “No,” she admitted huskily, still hurt at the picture of the woman riding on his bike.

“He know how many people would be here?” Killyama perceptively stared her down.

“I told him that Sex Piston’s parents were having a game night, so he knew more people would be here other than my family.”

Killyama turned more fully toward her. “I bet he didn’t know so many bikers would be here.”

“He wouldn’t care,” she told her glumly, watching the ice in her glass melt. “We got into an argument before I left. That’s why I called and asked if I could come.”

Surprise filled Lana’s expression. “You didn’t say anything on the way over here.”

Larissa shrugged. “Moon said I was making a big deal of nothing.”

“He did?” Killyama’s eyes narrowed on her when she nodded. One of Killyama’s long legs came out to push the chair next to her out. “Sit,” she ordered. “Tell me about what Moon doesn’t consider a big deal.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

Moon made a silly face at his son.

“Your old man just messed up. Big time,” he confessed.

He had become so used to Larissa staying in the house for the last three months that he had forgotten to take into account she had been out and about for work today.

She was hurt; he could see it in her eyes and every line in her tensed body. Remembering how close the woman, Saffron, had clung to him as if she had never ridden a motorcycle made him feel worse.

When he saw that Jace had dozed off, Moon carefully held the sleeping baby in his arms as he carried him into Larissa’s bedroom, where he tenderly placed the baby in the bedside crib. Sliding the sock monitor onto Jace’s foot, he then double-checked the baby monitor on the nightstand before Moon left his son sleeping.

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