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)
Opening the car door, she saw him looking around. “Is something wrong?”
“I was looking for Jet. Is he going to the movie with us?”
“No, I texted him that he could go on back to Jamestown. Lana and Priss said they would take me back.”
“I’m surprised Jet went ahead and left without Stud’s say-so.”
“I texted him also.”
“You were busy while I was selling my soul.”
Larissa got in the car, and Moon closed the door then rounded the hood to get in the driver’s seat.
“Did you try to bargain the price down?” Larissa asked, buckling the seatbelt.
“No, I don’t bargain when there’s something I want.”
The evening started off shaky when Moon and she showed up at the Silver Spoon for dinner. She had texted her sisters on the way to the restaurant; both made an attempt to be friendly. However, the effort fell short, as mistrust shone in their eyes for most of the meal. It was only when Moon mentioned that she had talked to Drake about purchasing a house at Contessa Court that their frosty attitude began to thaw.
“You’re definitely going to move back to Treepoint?” Priss asked excitedly.
“If I can find a house I want.” Placing the slice of cake she had ordered for dessert in the middle of the table to share, she acknowledged speaking with Drake. “Most of the homes for sale in Treepoint need repairs. I want something ready to go.” Larissa gave her baby bump a gentle pat. “I’m going to have my hands full with the baby. I don’t want to do any renovations. I struggle enough just changing an air filter or a lightbulb.”
“I can vouch for that,” Priss teased her. “You nearly electrocuted yourself when you tried to fix the toaster.”
“I’m not very mechanically gifted.” Larissa flushed at her sister tattling on her.
Swiping the cherry off the top of the cake before anyone else could, Lana ate it then used the spoon to point at her. “Larissa has more lives than a cat. When she was two, she turned the stove over on herself. We lost count of the number of times she has nearly electrocuted herself. The toaster was just the tip of the iceberg,” she confided to Moon. “Mom said she had to start dyeing her hair in her thirties because of Larissa.
“She woke up early in the middle of the night one time and decided she was going to surprise us all with breakfast. That was when she was three. At four, she talked me into letting her curl my hair. I had unplugged the hair curler and told her she could. She caught me not paying attention and plugged it back it.” Lana butted her spoon against her to steal the last bite of the cake. “I still haven’t forgiven her for ruining my fourth-grade pictures.”
Piqued at her sisters ratting on her, she gave Moon an innocent face. “They’re exaggerating.”
Skeptical, Moon narrowed his gaze on her. “So, what your sisters are saying is you’re accident prone?”
She wished she could form a quick comeback to put Moon in his place, but she could only sit there with her mouth open like a fish out of water. How could she come up with a comeback when she kind of was?
One thing her family enjoyed was a sense of humor, especially when it was directed at her.
Laying her spoon on the table, she tugged the sleeve of her dress down to her wrist. “What my sisters are failing to tell you is each of those accidents were a direct result of one of them doing something to instigate my behavior into having said accidents.”
The laughter at the table was abruptly cut short. Priss started motioning the waitress for the check. Lana started choking on the cake she had stolen from her, placing the napkin over her face.
“How are they …?” Moon’s gaze dropped from her eyes to the swell of her belly.
Larissa helped him out when he seemed lost for words. “Put it this way,” she said silkily, “if you hadn’t gone upstairs the night I went into your room, you still might be sitting at this table.”
Moon’s eyes shifted in concern to Lana. “Is she okay?”
Larissa looked toward her sister. “She’s fine. She’s just eating crow.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
“Your sisters may never speak to you again.”
Larissa stared out the dark window as Moon drove her back to Jamestown. “Pfft.” She released a puff of air sardonically. “Yes, they will. My sisters tend to forget the situations they put me in, so every now and then, I have to remind them.”
“How were they responsible for you turning the stove over on yourself?”
“Mom had given Lana and me each a cookie. Lana had taken mine and told me she had hidden it in the stove.”
“Was the cookie there?”
“No. I’m sure she ate it.”
“Without a doubt.” His amused voice had her rolling the window down. Damn. Maybe accepting Moon’s offer of a ride to Jamestown wasn’t the smartest move she had ever made.