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Priscilla got off the couch to sit on the couch next to her. “I’m sorry. I think I’m still shellshocked. I hate to admit it, but wow, if that dude was on a calendar, I would buy it.”

“Are you going to throw it in my face for the rest of my life that I accidentally had sex with Moon?”

“Probably,” Priss admitted.

At least Priss was honest.

“How did Moon act when he saw you?”

Priss made herself comfortable, putting an arm around a pillow. “He was angry but watched his language more than I would have. He told Killyama to leave and give them five minutes, then we could come back in.”

“What happened after that?”

Priss picked up the crutch she had dropped and placed it within reach. “I was so embarrassed I told Killyama that it might be better for Train and her to make an appointment to come into the office.”

“What for? Train is obviously resistant. That’s why he must have missed the appointment. Train probably told her no, and she made the appointment, anyway.”

“Exactly, Killyama doesn’t accept no. So, I’m giving you the opportunity of being the one to break the news to her, not me.”

Larissa and Lana shared a troubled gaze.

“We can’t pass taking Killyama on as a client,” Lana told Priss.

“We’re going to need every dime we can to fight to get the Certificate Of Need for the birth center we’ve dreamed of opening. That’s why there aren’t any freestanding birth centers in Kentucky—people run out of money fighting to get them in the courts. Thanks to my stealing ex-fiancé, we’re down several thousand dollars.”

“Thankfully, he only had access to your personal accounts, not the account with our savings for the birth center. We’ll get the money back from him somehow,” she promised.

Lana shook her head. “I deserve to lose it. I should have never given him access to my account. I thought because he put me on his that …” Lana made a painfilled face. “Anyway … stupid me wasn’t smart enough to check out how much he actually had in his account. If I had, I would have found out sooner it had been closed due to insufficient funds.”

Larissa gave Lana a fiery glance. “You call yourself stupid again where that lying thief is concerned, I’m going to make Priss get up and bop you!”

Lana gave her trembling smile. “I won’t.”

“So, what we going to do about Killyama if she calls?” Priss asked with an unhappy expression.

“You know, now that I think about it”—Lana gave her a cheerful smile—“we can give her a pass. I’ve never known a better candidate for a hospital birth. We’ll refer her to Dr. Price.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Would he just hurry the heck up!

Larissa stared at the obnoxious man holding the line up, preventing her and the others from moving forward.

The jack-hole at the back, who was holding the door open until the line moved, wasn’t helping either. Cold air was blowing inside, making the whole experience of getting her Kentucky license painful, as if going to the DMV wasn’t painful enough.

Staring a hole into the man’s back was useless, or he would have moved forward by now. She really hated confrontations, but she hated being cold even worse.

“Excuse me; do you mind moving forward so the person at the back will close the door?”

The man in front of her just turned his head to the side, only giving her the profile of what he looked like. “He should have waited outside until there was room for him to come inside.”

“He should have, but he didn’t,” Larissa agreed, still trying to be polite. “If you took a few steps forward, he would be able to close the door.”

“There’s a line that says do not step forward until called. I’m up to the line.”

“I’m sure they won’t mind if you go over a few inches.”

“It’s the DMV. They care.” The jerk turned his face forward again.

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