Page 96 of Moon's Promise

He wasn’t proud of his behavior—regret had immediately kicked in—but instead of apologizing, he did what he always did and doubled down.

“I don’t get it. What’s with you? If I can figure that shit out, you should have, too. Either that, or you don’t want to.” Jet tilted his head curiously. “What’s wrong? You fired up she’s knocked up? You planted that seed, and it sprouted. Man up and tend the fucking garden.”

“What if you thought you planted it in someone else’s garden?” Moon asked snidely.

“From where I’m sitting”—Jet sent a coveted glance in Larissa’s direction—“there’s not a damn thing wrong with that garden. I wouldn’t mind tending it if you don’t.”

Moon surged out of his seat, about to lunge over the table. Freezing cold struck him as Jet’s laughter reverberated through his skull. The dark side of him was prepared to strike when Evie walked into the room to refill Larissa’s drink.

Jet saw he had been given a reprieve by the other woman’s arrival. “Relax … I’m not going to steal Larissa from you.” He got out of the booth. “I won’t have to. You’re practically giving her away. You’ve been in a club so long that you’ve forgotten how to treat a woman who isn’t. Your loss, my gain.” Jet gave him a dismissive glance. “Enjoy the bread.”

Moon pulled out his wallet and took out some cash. Trailing Evie out of the room, he caught up with her, paid for his uneaten meal, then took off.

As he got on his bike, his mind played back the way Larissa had flinched when he righted her tea glass, and when he had walked by her table to leave.

He drove back to the clubhouse and was parking when he luckily spotted Viper and Train coming down the steps. Moon got off his bike to intercept Viper before he could get on his motorcycle.

“Where you two heading?”

Viper gave him a suspicious glance. “Train and I are meeting up with Reaper at his place.”

Moon nodded his head at Viper’s SUV. “Can I borrow your ride?”

Viper’s eyebrow rose. “You want to borrow my car?”

“Yes. Can I or not? I’m in a rush.”

“Sure.” Viper reached into his pocket to take out his keys, pulling one of the keys off the ring before he handed it to him.

Moon took the key from him.

“You do have a current license, don’t you?” Train joked.

If he didn’t want to get back to the restaurant before Larissa left, he would shove the license up Train’s ass.

He was already moving toward the SUV, but he took the time to let Train know he didn’t appreciate his humor.

“Remind me to show you when I get back.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

When she walked out of the restaurant, Larissa came to a stop upon seeing Moon leaning against an SUV.

“I’ll drive you back to Jamestown.”

Struck speechless, she was trying to form a polite refusal when she felt Jet walking up behind her.

“She’s driving with me.”

Larissa was tired and cranky enough that she wasn’t going to listen to the two men trading barbs with each other. She could be back in Jamestown before the argument ended, so it would be quicker to go along with Moon, forestalling the budding argument before it could start.

“I’ll ride with Moon,” she acquiesced, not missing the goading smile Moon gave Jet as he opened the car door.

Giving her a sheepish glance, he turned back to Jet. “Sorry, I’m an ass. I’m going to work on it.”

She didn’t quite trust Moon’s apology but got in the SUV.

As she buckled the seat belt, she was relieved when Moon got in the vehicle without further words being spoken between them.

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