Page 191 of Moon's Promise

Moon laughed. “If I switch the channel to Karate Kid, you going to tell Mama on me?” Taking his chance Jace wouldn’t, he changed the channel. Then he picked up his phone and called Train.

“You finally decided to call?”

Why was Train breathing so heavily?

“Have they left yet?”

The music in the background was cranked up so loud that Moon took the call off speaker phone, not wanting to keep Jace from falling asleep.

“Who?”

“Who in the fuc … do you think I’m talking about? Have Larissa and her family left yet?”

“I can barely hear you!” Train shouted. “You could have been asking if Jesus or Keller had left.”

“Have Larissa and her family left?” he repeated irritably.

“Brother”—Train sounded as if he was moving away from the music—“Larissa left about fifteen minutes ago. She should be home in twenty.”

“Thanks. Talk to you lat—”

“Brother.” Train’s voice stopped him from disconnecting the call.

“Yeah?” Moon adjusted Jace’s head so it rested more comfortably on his arm.

“Larissa left, but her family is still here.”

His grip tightened on the phone. “How’s she getting home?”

“Jesus offered her a ride.”

“Why didn’t”—he started to yell, but Jace’s eyes popped up. Giving him a gentle smile, he watched as Jace’s eyes gradually closed again—“you call me?” he said in a softer voice.

“I’m not going to lie. Killyama caught me sending pictures to you, hid my phone, and threatened she’d whip their ass if anyone gave me theirs. I just found it when you called.”

As angry as he was, Moon still had to ask, “Where did she hide it?”

“She was sitting on it.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

Holding on to Jesus’ waist, she saw the lights of her house ahead. Finally, she was almost home.

The ride home on Jesus’ motorcycle had been as much fun as going to church on a pretty Sunday—you wanted to go, but you knew you’d rather be doing something else. Or be with someone else, she clarified. Any joy of exhalation of riding that she had imagined experiencing with Moon had fallen short with Jesus.

He drove as if every bump in the road would send her flying off the motorcycle. She could have jogged faster than he drove.

As Jesus pulled into the driveway, Keller’s motorcycle pulled in next to him. Both men turned their bikes off as she climbed off.

“Thank you, Jesus. I appreciate you both cutting short your evening to bring me home.”

As she thanked Jesus, she saw his eyes move from hers to over her shoulder.

“No problem. Moon, how’s it going?”

Turning, she found herself chest-to-chest with Moon. The look of rage on his face made her take a step back. However, Jesus’ hand on her back kept her from toppling over onto his lap.

When he saw that Jesus was touching her, Moon pulled her into his arms.

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