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About to die of embarrassment, she had to tap The Last Rider wearing the beak nose mask to move to the left so she could access the restroom.

Whoever he was didn’t complain about her interrupting, merely sliding the woman he was having sex with against the wall and continuing to thrust inside of her.

With the noises going on, on the other side of the wall, it took a couple of minutes before she managed to relieve herself.

She washed her hands, all the while admiring the warlord’s necklace, and wished wholeheartedly that she had told Moon she would meet him at home instead of having to navigate her way back through that orgy fest again.

She took a deep breath to steady her nerves then left the restroom.

Larissa was sure her face was bright red before she made it back to the bar. At least she could stand with her back to the room and pretend Jesus wasn’t having sex with Saffron just a few feet away.

“It’s become rowdy since I left.” She liked to think she had an open mind, but darn, she wished the door were a little less open until she left.

Killyama’s lips twitched. “You could say that. It was only tame when you were here earlier because Lily was here. Winter and Willa usually aren’t far behind her.”

She was relieved she wouldn’t accidentally see them having sex and be unable to look them in the eyes again. She didn’t want to imagine how hard it would have been to have lunch with Lily, and then go shopping.

“Where’s Moon?” Train asked, turning in his seat to face her.

“He should be here any second.”

Killyama pointedly stared at her neck. “Cool necklace.”

“There he is.” Train saved her from having to say anything.

She looked toward the kitchen doorway, which she had expected Moon to come from, but found it empty. Twisting her neck back toward Train and Killyama, she saw them staring at the front door instead.

Grabbing the counter of the bar to keep herself from falling off the bar stool, she felt a dizzying sensation when she saw what Moon was wearing—exactly what he’d said he was going to wear—gray sweats and a cap. About to pass out, she then saw the hula hoop in his hand.

Horrified, she looked away when Moon waved at her, making his way toward her, Larissa unintentionally locked eyes with Killyama’s.

“Someone has some explaining to do.”

CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX

“You were the one who thought he was Moon,” Larissa said in a stricken whisper.

“Me?” Killyama waved at the necklace on her neck. “I’m not the one who earned that chunk of gold.”

Train’s head went back and forth between the two. “Did I miss something?”

“Oh yeah,” Killyama told Train with a know-it-all look.

Beseechingly, Larissa silently begged her not to tell.

Killyama gave her conspiratorial wink. “I got you.”

Braving another look in Moon’s direction, she saw one of The Three Musketeers had asked him what the hoop was for. Then everyone moved out the way so he could give them a demonstration.

Moon twisted his hips, sending the hoop spinning around his waist. Of course, none of the women were looking at the hoop; their attention focused solely on Moon’s body.

God had to be a sculptor, because when He created Moon, He brought His finest achievement to life. The physical perfection wasn’t marred by the few tattoos he had chosen. Instead, they made him human. The angels in heaven had to have shed tears when Moon had been sent to Earth.

It was why she was so afraid of losing him. She knew how bad it was going to hurt when he left.

Killyama, resting her arms on the bar, watched Moon’s exhibition as she swiped Train’s beer away from him. “Damn, bitch. Now I understand. It’d be hard not to love a man who can move his hips like that.”

The cords in Train’s neck bulged out as he snatched his beer back before Killyama could take a drink.

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