Page 82 of Moon's Promise

Kendra nodded. “Lana and Priscilla told me you believe Larissa is pregnant.”

“Is she?”

“Larissa hasn’t told me if she is or isn’t, nor have my other daughters. I’m terrible at keeping secrets.” She shrugged. “If they don’t tell, there is no tea to spill.”

“I deserve to know the truth.”

“I agree, which is yet another reason they won’t share the information.”

“If you agree I should know, the least you can do is give me her number so I can talk to her.” Moon gave her a concerned look. “As a potential father, I’m worried sick something could happen, and I won’t be there. As a parent, surely, you can understand my dilemma?”

Her eyes narrowed on him while her friendly manner appeared to mirror his. “I understand. There just isn’t anything I can do about it.”

They were playing each other.

Moon rose to his feet, his smile disappearing. “I will find Larissa. Until then, you can give her a message for me. Come back to Treepoint, so we can talk amicably.” Moon had to contain himself from saying what he really wanted to say. “I never meant for her to move away from Treepoint. I lost my temper, which I regret. There’s no reason we can’t coexist in town, whether she’s pregnant or not, and I hope she’ll give me a chance to apologize in person.”

Her eyes searched his. “I will relay your message to my daughter.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m relieved to hear you want to apologize and want Larissa to move back to Treepoint. My daughters are close; that’s why Larissa moved to Treepoint after Priscilla and Lana did. Hopefully, Larissa will reach out, and you two can put the past behind you.”

“I hope so, too.”

Moon left the house and got on his motorcycle. He had gassed it before he ate, so he rode through the city limits toward the interstate, Ohio was closer to the part of Kentucky he was in, but he took the exit heading back to Treepoint.

After he talked to Larissa’s mother, his instincts were yelling at him to get his ass back to Treepoint. Each club had its pros and cons, but he used to be closer to the brothers in Treepoint … until the last few months. His behavior had created a wedge he hadn’t attempted to breach. On the other hand, the brothers in Ohio were generally more laidback under Wizard’s way of running the club. Wizard might be more lenient than Viper in some respects; in others, Wizard wasn’t as forgiving as Viper and could be more ruthless in doling out punishments when the brothers inevitably made mistakes.

Jesus, he was tired. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since he didn’t know when. Years?

Merging onto the interstate, he rode into the wind while fighting to hold his bike steady as a semi moved over into the passing lane, blaring his horn at him.

Moon didn’t feel an ounce of fear for his safety. It was his super power, or his biggest weakness. He hadn’t even felt the emotion until he had to take psychological tests when he was in the Navy to qualify for the assignments he had wanted. Inevitably, it was why he had never been able to increase his rank. The Navy wouldn’t give him command when his profile showed he didn’t feel a normal level of fear, making him an extreme risk taker. Viper, as his supervisor, had been aware of the findings and made allowances both in the service and once they were out. He had never asked Viper if he told the other brothers. He just assumed he did, and that was why they made allowances for him.

A sudden thought struck him. What if Larissa was pregnant? What if his risky behavior was genetic? The baby’s grandfather was also a vet, who had become a firefighter, who rushed into burning buildings for a living. What if Larissa passed that gene on to their child?

Fucccck! Why in the hell hadn’t he locked his bedroom door?

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

“How much longer are you going to sit here, twiddling your thumbs, rather than ask for Shade’s help?”

Moon didn’t take his eyes off the window that was giving him the view of the building where Larissa’s sister worked to answer Evie’s question. “As long as I have to.”

“You’re being ridiculous, Moon.” Evie sighed, sitting down at her desk.

After talking to Kendra Griffin, he had banked on one of the sisters leading him to where Larissa was living. He had managed to break into Priscilla’s office and the apartment they shared but found diddly squat. Larissa wasn’t working, as far as he could find, so where in the fuck was she?

If they were so close, it stood to reason that Larissa would be within driving distance with her being pregnant, didn’t it? He thought so to the extent that he was keeping tabs on both women.

“I have to do payroll this morning. If you want to go grab a few hours of sleep, I can call if she leaves,” Evie offered.

His lips quirked up into a smile. “You trying to get me out of your hair?”

She stared at him seriously. “Yes, you’ve put yourself in this position.”

“Ahh … you sympathize with Larissa. Why? You don’t even know her.”

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