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)
“Saddle up; the night isn’t over yet. You’re going to ride again.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Tying his hair back, Moon stood over the bed, watching as Larissa slept. He glanced at his watch. He only had a few minutes to spare if he was going to be on time for work.
Sitting down on the side of the bed, he tried to gently nudge Larissa awake by removing the pillow she had placed over her face to block out the sun shining through the window. As he lightly kissed her, he couldn’t help but smile when she raised a hand to push his face away.
“Go away,” she mumbled, reaching for her pillow again to smash it down on her face.
Amused at how cute she looked, Moon tried to move the pillow away. “Isn’t that dangerous for the baby?”
“If I can breathe, he can breathe.” Raising her arms, she pinned the pillow over her face, but she did lift the pillow so it only cover her eyes. “Go away.”
Moon laughed. “I’m going. I just wanted to know your plans for the day.”
“You could have texted me when I was awake.”
“I wanted to know before I left.”
“So, I could get your permission before you leave?”
His grin widened. No, she wasn’t a stupid little airhead.
“I don’t expect you to ask my permission,” he lied without losing a beat. “I just want to be kept informed in case I can meet up if I get off early. If Viper doesn’t need me, he might cut me loose for the day.”
“Oh … now I feel bad.” Larissa moved the pillow off her eyes. “I’m sorry. I misjudged you.”
Pretending to take affront, he stood up from the bed to take his bike keys from the nightstand. “I have to go. Have a good day. I’ll see you when I get home.”
Larissa sat up in bed as he headed for the bedroom door. “Moon, I’m sorry.” Pushing her tousled hair from her face, she stared at him beseechingly. “I’m going to go to the office for a couple of hours. Then neither Priss nor I have any appointments for the rest of the day. The church is having a family fun day. There’s going to be a rummage sale, and a farmers’ market. Killyama told us that Ginny is going to be selling some of her jellies. She said Ginny’s jellies are to die for.”
He had to cross his arms over his chest to keep from laughing when her hand went to her baby bump.
“I need at least one of those jellies.”
Moon recognized that tone of voice. It was the same one when she had wanted her cookies or hamburgers. The woman could become a raving lunatic when deprived of a food source she craved.
“Why? Have you tasted one?”
“No, but I have to. I feel they’re going to be even better than what Killyama told me.”
“What makes you think that?”
“Because when I asked Sex Piston if they were good, she said they tasted like dish soap.”
“How did you decide who to believe?”
“I helped Killyama have a baby,” she told him, as if the bond between Killyama and her trumped the relationship Sex Piston and Killyama had shared for years.
Larissa gave him a wondering look. “Have you tasted Ginny’s jelly?”
He nodded. “Every now and then, she brings a few jars over to the clubhouse.”
Her gaze turned piercing. “Is it as good as Killyama says it is?”
“What time does the farmers’ market open?”
“Ten.”
He gave her a cunning smile. “I would be there early if I were you. Everyone will be going for the blackberry, but don’t snooze on the apple. That’s my favorite. She makes it from crabapples.”
She gave him a conspiratorial nod. “I got you. How does breakfast for dinner sound?”
Moon glanced at his watch again. “Sounds like you need to get your hiney out of bed and get a move on, or you will be buying store-bought jelly for our toast.”
Moon drove down the main street on the way to the club, passing the church, where he saw several of the brothers’ wives setting stalls up for the farmers’ market. Ginny, Lily, Beth, and Rachel were already there, and Winter was getting out of her car.
He gave Lucky a casual wave as he drove past, then came to a stop at the red light. As he waited for the light to change, he glanced toward the lone motel, narrowing his eyes at seeing at least ten motorcycles parked at the back from his viewpoint. The actual building could be blocking his sight of more. So, when the light turned green, he took a right down the side street to get a better look.
As he drove down the side street, Moon saw he had been right. The back parking lot was filled with motorcycles.
He did a U-turn at the end of the street and traveled back up the street, taking a quick picture with his cell phone as he passed, which he then sent to Shade and Viper.