Page 7 of Moon's Promise

Larissa couldn’t help but smother her own laughter. “God, it was like she read my mind.” Wiping the tears of laughter away, she hastily pasted an innocent smile on her lips when she saw Crazy Bitch and Sex Piston staring at them suspiciously. “Do you think they know I was happy when Lily whacked her?”

Priscilla made a face at her. “How wouldn’t they? You were cheering them on.”

“I was not.”

Her sister arched an eyebrow at her. “You tripped Killyama before she could keep Ginny from pouring a beer on T.A. and moved the table out of the way so the other women could get Sex Piston.”

Larissa grimaced. “I forgot about that.”

“They won’t.” Priscilla gave her a stern look. “We are trying to build our business here, and we actually want people to like us, not want to kick our asses.”

“They like you. I’ll tell you what. You can have Sex Piston and her friends as clients, and I’ll work with the leftovers.”

Her sister didn’t appear thrilled with the trade-off.

Giving a sigh, Larissa crossed her arms over her chest. “Fine. But Crazy Bitch is your client. I’ll take Fat Louise. We’ll draw cards on who gets Sex Piston if she gets pregnant.”

“I think we’re good there. Sex Piston said she’s done having any more babies.”

“Thank G—”

Larissa cut off what she was about to say when Priscilla gave her a reprimanding glance.

“I’ll remind you of that when you’re deciding which house you can afford to buy based on how our business is doing.”

“Okay, okay. You win. We can stay a little longer.”

“Good.” Priscilla dropped her reprimanding tone, the twinkle in her eyes returning. “It’s not like Lana was going to let us leave anytime soon, anyway. She’s hoping the drop-dead gorgeous dude would come home soon after she found out he lives here.”

Dropping herself down onto an overstuffed chair, Larissa caught her older sister staring at the front door for the third times in just as many minutes. “I still think it made more sense to stay at the bar where he was at versus coming here to wait.”

“Blame that on me. I told Lana that Winter invited all of us back for a drink, and to make sure Crazy Bitch’s nose was all right after Mick threw all of them out of his bar. I thought she would feel more comfortable talking to him here rather than hitting on him at the bar.”

“So, you’re the reason she’s not ready to leave. Thanks, sis.”

Priscilla sat down on the arm of the chair, placing an arm over Larissa’s shoulders. “Please don’t be mad at me, sissy.”

Larissa grimaced at the childish voice Priscilla used. “I hate it when you call me sissy, almost as badly as when someone calls you Prissy.”

Priscilla gave a mock shudder. “I hate it worse.”

“I doubt that,” Larissa said ruefully, allowing her sister to lay her head down on her shoulder as they both watched Lana glance at the door yet again. “We can stay another thirty minutes. After that, we’re leaving.”

Priscilla gave a sleepy yawn. “Deal.” She settled her head more comfortably on her shoulder. “She’s really attracted to him. I think he might be able to get her mind off Bennet.”

Larissa bit down on her lip, her mind’s eye going back to the brooding man who Lana hadn’t been able to take her eyes off all night. An eerie chill went down her spine. He was the first man Lana had taken an interest in since she had been left at the altar. She really didn’t want her sister to get her heart broken again.

“I don’t know, Priscilla. Do you think it’s wise for us to encourage her to meet a biker?”

“Well, Bennet stole her blind, and he drove a Porshe. I’m going to be positive and give him a chance. Besides, we both know she’ll chicken out at the last second and probably won’t talk to him, anyway. Lana will come up with another excuse why she didn’t, and we can go home. It’s a win-win for us. She would have at least taken a step in the right direction by thinking about another man, and we will support her in her endeavor to get laid.”

Larissa wanted to laugh. Instead, she shrugged her shoulder, forcing Priscilla to raise her head.

“I think our dear sister is going to need our support a different way than getting a new man in her life,” she said ruefully, noticing the expression and pallor on Lana’s face.

Priscilla’s eyes went to where she was looking. “Uh-oh.”

“Oh yeah.” Larissa’s inclined her head in Lana’s direction. “She looks like she’s getting ready to blow a gasket.”

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