Page 87 of Moon's Promise

“I was at the clubhouse when you were fighting in the backyard. They said you hit Ginny.”

“Ginny will just have to testify that it was an accident. The fight with the brothers was just a misunderstanding. They’ll even testify on my behalf.” At least, he thought they would. “I have enough saved that I’ll be living in my own home by the time the baby comes. Will you be able to say the same? Do you have your own place now?”

Indecision was written all over her face. “I’m still deciding where I want to live.”

“At least one of my kid’s parents has his shit together.”

Moon saw her wince.

“Here’s how it’s going to be. You’ve got my number; you’re going to text me where you’re living. I will find you a place to live in Treepoint and pay the rent and all the bills. Every doctor appointment, I want the date and time so I can be there. Text me your information, and I’ll take care of the medical bills.”

As he talked, Moon saw anger replace the fear in her eyes.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do. I’m not moving back to Treepoint.” Her chin jutted out stubbornly. “I didn’t tell you that I was pregnant because I thought you would make a terrible father, and you haven’t shown me anything to change my mind. I’ll put my reputation against yours any day of the week. I hope you do call The Last Riders to testify for you. They’ll have to admit you have sex with multiple partners where anybody can see—my sister will testify to that.”

Moon laughed at her. “Jealous?”

“No, I’m not jealous.” Her lips curled in disgust. “Concerned for my health, yes! I’m getting extra tests done just in case I caught something from you.”

“I used a fucking rubber; don’t play the blame game on me,” he snarled. “A word to the nitwit—get on birth control the next time you decide to sneak into a man’s bedroom to get laid.”

Moon knew his target had been hit when a hurt look crossed her face.

“You are so mean, I …”

Larissa’s hand suddenly went to the swell of her belly, and Moon immediately jumped off his bike.

“Are you okay?” He laid his hand next to hers, feeling his child kicking underneath.

Distracted, Moon didn’t notice Sex Piston storm forward until she pushed him away from Larissa.

“What in the fuck do you care?”

Moon stiffened at the aggressive way Sex Piston had shoved him.

Stud stood up, placing himself in front of the two women.

“You’ve said your piece. Now it’s time for you to head back to Treepoint,” he said stonily, his laidback façade gone.

Moon’s lips twisted into a grim line. Tilting his head to the side, he saw Larissa softly rubbing her belly.

“Is the baby okay?” he asked.

“Yes, he was just kicking.”

“He? Is that a guess or a fact?”

“Guess. I don’t want to know the sex of the baby.”

“I want to know.”

“I’ll have Lana text you.”

The reminder that the three sisters had plotted to keep him from finding out about his baby made him return to his bike.

“Don’t forget to text me the information I want. I’ll be in touch.”

He started his bike and returned Stud’s glare until he gestured for the Destructors to move back.

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