Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 909(@200wpm)___ 727(@250wpm)___ 606(@300wpm)
Moon jerked to his feet. “They’re good condoms—”
She threw the pillow at him then flung her hand out toward him. “You got one on you now?”
She could tell from the big jerk’s face that he did.
“Let me see it.”
When he didn’t move, it sent her off into another level of fury.
“Don’t make me get up.” She stopped crying to warn him in a deathly quiet voice, “Let. Me. See. Them. Now.”
Moon looked like a deer caught in a headlight, frozen in place.
Infuriated, she lifted her foot out of the water in preparation to get off the couch.
“Dammit.” Moon reached into his back pocket for the condom and held it out to her.
Larissa stared at the packet, reading it through puffy eyes. “You son of a bitch!” she screeched. “You used an ultra-thin condom!” Throwing the condom at his face, she picked up the towel that Moon had used on his lap to cry into. “I hate men!” she sobbed. “I bet if you could get pregnant, you would have bought a name brand so thick it couldn’t be cut without a pair of scissors.”
“Larissa, calm down … let’s go get the rest of your things. I’ll stop and get—”
“Go back to the clubhouse. I’m not going anywhere with you!” She continued to sob into the towel.
“You’re going to get sick if you keep crying that way.”
“What do you care?” she hiccupped between sobs. “You want me to believe we’re in a relationship—”
“We are,” he tried to soothe her.
She lowered the towel to glare at him. “Then why are you still carrying around condoms?”
Moon stared at her speechlessly, his mouth hanging open like a damn fish.
She picked up the towel to continue crying. “Leave!”
He sighed loudly. “I’ll go get you hamburgers from Marty’s.”
“You mean it?”
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” She lowered the towel to start fanning her face with her hand. “You don’t know how much that means to me.”
“I’m getting the idea. I do,” he replied, turning toward the hallway.
“When you order the food, tell Marty it’s is for me. He gives me extra pickles.”
“Okay.”
Putting her foot back in the water, she saw Moon was almost out the door. “Don’t come back unless you get enough for my sisters and yourself. I’m not sharing mine!”
She grabbed the pillow from the floor and put it behind her back. Then she opened the drawer of the side table and took out a box of Girl Scout s’more cookies.
She heard the door close behind Moon.
She had learned one thing by being a midwife: the only time you have control over people to get them to do anything you want was when you were within a few months of giving birth. You had to use that power wisely … and not take any prisoners.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Moon shot himself out of the house before Larissa could give him any further demands. He barreled into Priss when he turned from shutting the door but managed to prevent both of them from tumbling to the ground.
“What the …?” Priss stared at him with wide eyes.
“Sorry, I’m in a hurry.”
Her gaze went from his to the door behind him then came back to his. Understanding dawned on her expression. “What does she want?”
Moon swore he saw burgeoning fear on her face.
“A sack of burgers.”
“Was she crying?”
“That’s putting it lightly.”
“Ugh!” Priss muttered quietly, as if Larissa could hear them from the living room with the closed door separating them. “You have to do whatever needs to be done so she doesn’t get to the crying stage!” she whisper-screamed. “I found that out when she wanted a banana milkshake for lunch the other day. And she nearly took off Lana’s head when she came home with Trefoils. She had to go back out and get the s’more cookies.”
“I would rather have to deal with a Girl Scout than Marty.”
Priss gave him a pitying look. “Clearly, you’ve never had to deal with the mother of one of them. Lana came back with two boxes of every flavor, just so she could buy two boxes of the s’mores. She made the mistake of telling them that her pregnant sister was craving them.”
Moon was starting to appreciate what Train had to live with, having Killyama as a spouse. The brother deserved a silver star.
“A heads-up would have been nice.”
“Why? And let you miss the joy of impending fatherhood?” she said snidely.
He debated hightailing it to Ohio as he tried staring her down.
His shoulders slumped. It seemed Priss was immune to his intimidation tactics.
“Do you want any burgers? Larissa told me she isn’t sharing.”
“I’ll take a sack. And get one for Lana. Saves me from having to make dinner.”
“Glad to help out,” he said insincerely.
Moon started to move around her when he noticed Priss made no move to enter the house. Instead, she turned to head in the same direction as him.