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)
“I can’t say I blame her.”
“Shit, me, either. Knox came by to ask if anyone would be willing to come and help clean out her office this morning.”
“Any takers?”
“I think Nickel, Shade, and Viper told him they would.”
“I’ll text him. I can help after breakfast.”
Was that what Shade was going to tell him? About Knox needing some help? Moon didn’t think so. How would that involve doing him a solid?
Texting Knox, he told him he would swing by Diamond’s office after breakfast.
He gave Ember a harassed look when he smelled the bacon burning, then put both Shade and Knox to the back of his mind.
As he went through the entrance of Diamond’s building, he couldn’t help but glance in the direction of Larissa’s office. Why in the fuck was he still thinking about her? There had never been a woman he had fucked who he hadn’t been able to forget about. What made her so different?
Moon found the brothers in Diamond’s office, taping up boxes. They had already removed the office furniture. An eerie feeling struck him at how stark the space had become.
Knox lifted a large box into his arms. “You mind cleaning out Dimond’s desk? She was supposed to do it. Brink was running a fever, and I told her I would take care of it.”
“Sure.” Moon took one of the empty boxes and carried it to the desk. It didn’t take long to clear out the odds and ends. Placing a pair of black shoes on top, he carried the box to the other room as Knox and Shade walked back into the office.
“You can take that to my car,” Knox told him. “Shade and I can get the desk when Viper gets back with the truck. Thanks for the help. I think we can handle the rest.”
“You sure you don’t need my help with the desk?”
“Yes, it’s not heavy. Shade and I could probably do it on our own.”
“All right, then. Catch you later.”
“Later.”
Moon left with the box, deciding to take the elevator instead of carrying the overstuffed box down the steps.
As he stepped off of the elevator, he had a clear view of the ER doctor and the woman who had been in the office the day he confronted Larissa.
There was a shopping bag on the front desk, and the doc was holding up a baby’s sleeper. He stopped cold when he read the word scrawled across the material.
Auntie’s Little Angel.
There was no fucking way. He had used a condom. One of them must be pregnant, he assured himself, despite his eyes telling him neither of the two women he could clearly see were expecting.
He had almost convinced himself until the one he had mistakenly kissed glanced toward the door. Moon thought the woman was about to pass out when she found him standing there. The other woman turned her head to see what she was staring at, and her face showed an almost identical expression.
Terror.
The box dropped from his hands. He strode toward the door and jerked it open.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Moon stormed forward, yelling loudly, “Larissa!”
The doctor who had worked on him in the E.R. recovered quickly from seeing him. “Lower your voice. My sister isn’t here.”
“Where is she?” Moon managed to lower his voice despite the fury surging through him.
“Larissa is none of your business.” The doctor’s chin rose haughtily.
Moon jerked the baby sleeper out of her hand, waving it in her face. “This makes it my business.”
“You are aware my sister is a doula and buys clothes for her clients’ babies as gifts, right?”
Moon wasn’t buying the bullshit she was trying to sell. He gave a curt nod to the woman standing by the doctor’s side. “What’s your name?”
“Priscilla.”
“Priscilla, do you normally give your clients’ sleepers for their babies that say, ‘Auntie’s Little Angel?’”
“All the time.” She was brazenly lying to him.
“Where. Is. She?” he gritted out.
“She moved away after you came here.” Priscilla lifted her chin higher than her sister had. “She didn’t want to chance running into you again in town.”
“Because she didn’t want me to find out she’s pregnant with my baby?”
Condescendingly, she glared at him. “Because you told her to leave, remember? All I want from you is goodbye,” she mimicked him perfectly.
“I didn’t mean she had to leave Treepoint, just to stay out of my way.”
“How’s she supposed to know that? She gave you your wish, so don’t come in here, complaining to us.”
“Is she pregnant?”
“You’ll have to ask her that question.”
Priscilla might have appeared to be the meekest of the three sisters, but she had no trouble taking over once she got warmed up.
“I will when you tell me where she is.”
She folded her arms over her chest. “That’s not going to happen.”
Moon looked at the doctor for the answer to his question.
All that one did was raise a lofty eyebrow at him.