Page 95 of Moon's Promise

“I’ve been looking at several houses for sale. I’ve narrowed it down to four. I’ve set appointments for Friday at twelve with a realtor to show them to you.”

“For now, I’m going to stay in Jamestown.”

“For now”—Moon narrowed his eyes on her—“that works until you decide which home you want.”

“When I’m ready to move back, I’ll find my own place.”

“Exactly when will that be?”

“The question is: why is it so important that I do?” She gave him a questioning glance. “You plainly told me you never wanted to see me in town before I was pregnant. You don’t make any effort to hide how much you dislike me … The way gossip is carried around town, everyone knows how I became pregnant. The baby won’t be coming for several more months, and I really don’t want to go through those months with all of them watching every move I make. No, thanks.”

“I don’t give a rat’s fuck what anyone in this town thinks. I want you near, in town, so if anything happens, I’ll be there.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” she assured him. “Even if something does, I have friends in Jamestown who I can turn to in a moment’s notice until my sisters, or you, can get there.”

Clenching his jaw, Moon nodded his head toward the side without taking his eyes off her. “Plane one of those friends?”

Larissa’s face became pinched. “His name is Jet.”

Moon gave a huff of air through his teeth. “I was being generous calling him Plane. Did Luggage give him his nickname?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t ask. Who nicknamed you—Cow?”

Moon didn’t appreciate the sarcasm coming back at him. “That’s another thing; I don’t want to see his face at your appointments.”

“You don’t have the right to—”

Moon leaned forward in his seat then stopped cold at her reaction. From the flash of fear, it looked as if she thought he was going to hit her. Before he could assure her all he was going to do was keep the glass of tea near her shaky hand from spilling, Jet was there. pulling her out of the booth.

“Go sit at my table.” Jet pointed at a table not far from where they were seated. “I ordered you soup and a sandwich. I need to have a word with Moon.”

Moon watched Larissa walk away while Jet took her seat.

“You want to talk to me the way you were talking to Larissa?”

“Fuck off!” Moon snarled at him.

“I will, gladly, once Stud gives me the word. Until then, you might as well get used to my face.”

“Then get used to having a new one when I rearrange it for you.”

Jet gave a hollow laugh. “You can try … but you’ll get more than you bargained for. Unlike you, I was given my nickname for dropping a bomb on a motherfucker who didn’t know better not to fuck with me. While, from what I hear, you supposedly earned yours by how easy it is for you to lay women. Although, I’m sure I heard incorrectly. From the way you’re treating Larissa, I can’t believe you can find a woman willing to give you the time of day. Pretty low class of you to reveal the gender when she didn’t want to know.”

Moon’s temper soared at the put-down from the Destructor. “Larissa told you?”

“No, Larissa didn’t say a word. I heard her and Priss talking after you left.”

“Stud’s got a real treasure in you hearing all kinds of shit. Shame you couldn’t be in the room with us; you’d have seen she couldn’t bring herself to look at the ultrasound machine. Pissed me off.”

Jet’s astounded expression made Moon wish he hadn’t shared the information.

“So, you told her the baby’s gender because she didn’t look at the ultrasound and didn’t ask for a picture?”

“What mother doesn’t want to look or ask for a picture of the ultrasound?”

Jet’s eyebrows lifted so high they met in the middle of his forehead. “I might be wrong on this, but I would assume,” he said scathingly, “a mother who understands how to read an ultrasound and wants to keep the gender a surprise.”

The thought should have occurred to him, yet it hadn’t. He had been so busy endeavoring to harness his rioting cock at seeing Larissa’s swollen abdomen that it had taken everything he could not to toss her sisters out the room and bury his cock inside the warm depths that had been haunting his nights?

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