Page 66 of Moon's Promise

“Are you sick or something?” Train asked. “You’ve never offered to make shit for us before.”

“Jeez. You’re killing my vibe. You want one or not?”

Shade gave him a critical stare. “Viper have anything to do with this change of attitude?”

“Never mind.” Moon started putting the ingredients back in the refrigerator. “Make your own fucking sandwiches.”

Train started laughing as Shade and he took a seat at the kitchen table. “That’s more like it. My world is back to normal.”

Balefully staring at the two men, he sat down at the table with them. “Fuck you.”

Shade’s chiseled brow showed his curiosity. “How did you manage to talk Viper into letting you come back?”

“My winning personality, of course.” Moon gave them a smug grin.

Train pretended to gag on his coffee.

Moon picked up his sandwich and decided to ignore the fuckers.

Grabbing his cell phone, which he had laid on the table next to his plate, he checked the time. He wasn’t really listening to the conservation Shade and Train had started, his mind elsewhere as he waited for time to click away.

“Moon?”

Shade calling his name dragged him back to awareness.

“What?”

The two brothers gave him weird glances.

“I asked what you thought of the thefts stopping so suddenly,” Shade said.

Moon shrugged. “I think the thieving bastard knew he was about to get caught.”

“I don’t know ...” Rubbing his thumb against his jawline, Shade seemed to be thinking. “I think they would have slowed down, become more careful, not just stopped cold turkey.”

Moon looked questioningly toward Train, silently asking if he felt the same way.

“I may have to go with Moon on this one, Shade. The escorts probably put the fear of God into them.”

“Could be.” Shade still didn’t seem convinced.

“You don’t think so?” Moon asked, taking the last bite of his sandwich.

“No, I don’t.”

The kitchen door swinging open had all three men looking to see who entered. Moon stood up when he saw it was Ginny.

“Hey.”

When she gave them a smile, Moon could understand how she had been able to drag Reaper from the depths of hell that his soul had survived.

“Hi, Ginny, how are you doing?”

“Fantastic, thanks.” Her hand went to the growing mound around her waist. “The baby is being good today.”

“I wish Killyama could say the same thing. She hasn’t been able to keep anything down. Her doula’s going to come by after she finishes with another patient.”

Moon had picked up the bag he had left on the counter as Ginny was talking to Train. Moving toward the door, he waited for her.

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