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)
That wasn’t the only disappointment she was dealing with. He was sound asleep. Here she was, all wired up from watching the scrumptious warlord, while he was out like a light.
Tempted to slam the door shut, she had to settle for making a face at him to keep from waking Jace.
Walking through the dark, she went to the bathroom. After showering, she changed into her nightgown before climbing in next to Moon. Shoving him over to make more room for herself, she glared at the dark ceiling when he didn’t wake.
Feeling vindictive, she wondered if he would wake up if she rolled him off the bed. She then gave herself a stern lecture.
What happened to the kind, sweet woman she used to be? She had been the least temperamental woman in her family. What had happened to change her?
Moon had.
Mr. Hot Lips had run over her feelings with his stupid motorcycle, playing kissy face with Saffron.
You’ve got to get a grip, Larissa, she told herself.
I will, after I find out for sure he hasn’t been cheating at the club.
What if he has?
Then Moon would be the first Last Rider to actually make it to the actual moon, courtesy of a one-way rocket, and she was just smart enough to do it.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
“You look fantastic.” Priss gave a complimentary whistle. “All the women will be jealous.”
Mesmerized by her reflection, she was amazed at not only finishing the costume but that it had come out nearly as good as the picture on the website.
“You think so?” How would it feel to be the one envied this time? She could count on one hand how many parties she had attended in her life and still have two fingers left over. One, she had left in tears when she was ten, and the other two, she had left after a couple of hours.
“Oh, yes!” Priss assured her. “Doesn’t she, Lana?”
When Lana didn’t answer, Larissa looked at her sitting on the bed, texting on her phone.
“Lana?” Larissa tried to draw her sister’s attention. “Is there a problem with one of your patients?”
“Sorry,” she apologized. “I was checking on a patient’s status.”
Larissa could tell Lana was concerned. “Anything I can do?”
Lana’s gaze shied away from hers. “I’ll let you know.”
Her sister had been acting weird ever since she had come over with Priss. Larissa had never seen her so distracted where a patient was concerned. Working in the emergency room, Lana was much better at remaining emotionally detached from patients than she was. If patients needed aftercare or to be hospitalized, they were handed over to other physicians. Lana must have taken an interest in the patient for her to be checking on their progress so often.
Either that or she didn’t agree with Priss.
Would she be making a fool of herself?
“I like the outfit. I just don’t know if it would be considered a masquerade costume. I think it looks more Halloween-y.”
Untying the red scarf at her neck, she unfurled it to expose the two holes she had sewn into the material. She situated it over her eyes and tied it at the back of her head. “Better? I didn’t want to scare Jace in case Mom brought him in here.”
“Sure.”
Lana’s tactful comment had Larissa regretting her choice of costume for the umpteenth time.
“Maybe I shouldn’t go. I only said I would go because I lost my temper with Moon.”
“That’d be a good idea—”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You look great.” Priss walked to the bed to snatch Lana’s cell phone away. “It’s a masquerade party at a motorcycle club. I bet most of them will be wearing Halloween costumes. You’re making a big deal over a party where their main goal is to get laid.”
“That’s not my goal,” Larissa said hollowly.
“Of course not,” Priss assured her. “Yours is to make sure Moon isn’t buttering anyone’s roll.”
Her lips parted. “You think he is?”
“Oh my God! No!” Priss gave her and Lana irritated glowers as she fought to keep Lana from snatching her cell phone back.
“Quit worrying about the hospital, Lana. You’re not on duty. In case you’re not paying attention, we’re having an emergency here.” Giving Lana her phone back, Priss then gave her a threatening glance when she tried to open it again.
Lana shoved the phone into her purse. Her silent perusal made her wish she were still reading her messages. But then Lana gave her a thumbs-up.
“I love it! You wearing the scarf as a mask totally works.”
As far as reassurances went, it sucked, but she was out of time. Killyama had promised to meet her at the clubhouse so she wouldn’t have to go in alone.
Turning back to the mirror, she wanted to pat herself on the back for getting the costume finished in time. She ran her hand over the silky material of the sleeve. She could hardly wait to see what Moon had to say about her costume. Untying the scarf at the back of her head, she re-tied it at her throat.