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’s laughter filled the car. “Yes, you do.”
For the rest of the car ride, they both attempted to learn more about each other. At first, Larissa responded to Moon’s questions warily, afraid he could somehow use the information as ammunition. On the other hand, Moon didn’t seem to have the same reservations, easily answering her questions, sometimes even poking fun at his answers.
“Are you from Kentucky?” she asked.
“No. I was born in Hawaii. You?”
“I’ve lived in Kentucky my whole life. How did you end up here?”
“I joined The Last Riders when I got out of the service. The club originated in Ohio then expanded into Kentucky.”
“You go back and forth between the two?”
“Yes,” he answered casually. “Where do you prefer living, Treepoint or Bowling Green?”
“Bowling Green. I’m close to my mother. Pris and Lana are, too, but they want to start a birthing center where there is a need. There are several options in Bowling Green, which Treepoint doesn’t have. Anyway, that’s why I moved here.”
“Your mother doesn’t want to move here?”
“I wish.” She sighed. “Mom is attached to her home. She’s also close to a friend of mine. Mom considers Taya another daughter. The only thing that would drag her away from Bowling Green is a beach. She travels a couple times a year, and one of the four of us usually goes with her. She’s saving for Aruba now. What job did you do in the service?”
“A little of this, a little of that …” When he steered the SUV into slow lane to let a truck pass, Larissa saw his eyes move to the rearview mirror, checking if Jet was still following. “Mostly reconnaissance.”
“Reconnaissance?” She had to stare out her side window to keep a straight face. “You get many assignments?” She gave a small cough to hide her strangled laughter; it took everything she could do not to tell him she had witnessed his expertise.
“A few. Mainly boring stuff. How about you? Do you like being a midwife?”
Larissa turned from the window. “I love it,” she replied simply. “I love everything about it. I get to develop a close relationship with my clients and help them bring the most important person into the world. Most women couldn’t tell you the name of the doctor who delivered their baby years later, but they remember me. I become a part of their family.”
“You could do the same if you worked exclusively in a hospital.”
“I want to offer my clients a choice between traditional medicine and holistic. They can go to the hospital to have their baby or stay home if there aren’t any expected complications. The hospitals are more ‘what I say goes.’ It’s impersonal. What’s more personal than having to spread your legs and being examined by numerous staff members and physicians? Yet, they … whew … I’m sorry. When I start talking about being a midwife, I can go on.”
“Sounds like you take it more seriously than it being just a job.”
“I do. All my family does. My mom was a neonatal nurse before she retired. What do you do, since you’re no longer in the military?”
“A little of this, a little of that,” he responded obliquely. “Work at the factory for The Last Riders, do security when they need me, assist the brothers on their jobs—stuff like that.”
“Sounds time consuming.”
“It is,” he agreed. “But I’ve never been afraid of hard work, and it does come with rewards.”
“So I heard.”
Moon cocked a mischievous brow at her. “You mean the women?” He gave her a slow grin. “I can’t say I had a problem getting them, even before I joined The Last Riders.”
That Moon was an insensitive jerk was one of the few things she did know about him.
Wishing she were clever enough to give a tart comeback, she changed the subject. She was the one who had started it with the innuendo about the rewards of being a Last Rider. “How about your mother? Does she live in Kentucky?”
“No. I talk to her occasionally. We aren’t close, like you are with your mother.”
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“No.”
When she saw the bridge coming up ahead, Larissa was almost sorry they had reached Jamestown.
“Do you need me to give directions?”
“No, I looked it up when you texted me the address. How do you like staying with Sex Piston’s parents?”
“They are very sweet.”
Larissa didn’t miss his cross expression at her answer.
“They really are!”
“I’m not doubting they are to you.”
“They aren’t to you?”
“I can’t say.”
Confused, she stared at him. “Then why did you make that face when I said they are sweet?”
“I’d rather you had told me you hate them and don’t want to stay there,” he admitted.
She couldn’t help giving an appreciative laugh. “I like your honesty.”
Moon brought the car to a stop in front of Sex Piston’s parents’ home to study her intently. Did he think she was joking?