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)
Larissa didn’t understand the strange look Moon gave her.
Glancing back at the huge mound of purchases he had crammed into the SUV, Larissa shook her head at him. “You’re spoiling her before she’s even been born.”
“Start as you mean to go on.”
“I hope you’re joking.”
“I am.”
Ignoring the boyish appealing way he was teasing her, she steeled herself to withstand the insidious way he managed to slip under the barriers she was attempting to barricade herself behind.
“Mind if I drop this load off before I drive you back to Jamestown?”
“Go ahead.”
“Any news from Drake about the possibility of getting a home in the subdivision you wanted?”
“Yes. He called yesterday. Seems the developer has run into financing problems and is offering to sell me one of the model homes.”
“Is it the size you want?”
“Slightly larger. Three bedrooms, three baths, and office space I can use as a bedroom. Luckily, I pre-qualified when I started looking for a home when I first moved to Treepoint. I made an offer, and they accepted.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you. The house will be big enough for my sisters and me to live in without us tripping over each other.”
“I’m glad you’ll be so close to my home. It’ll make it so much easier for us.”
Unable to help herself, she laid a hand on his arm. “Thank you, Moon,” she said simply.
He darted her a quick glance. “For what?”
“For making this easier for me. My greatest fear was raising our baby while we’re in a tug of war between us. I didn’t want that for the baby, or us either,” she confessed. “It’s a war neither of us could win.”
“No, it wouldn’t be,” he agreed with a grim edge to his voice.
She nervously running her hand down her jean clad thigh as she peered out the window, realizing they weren’t going to The Last Riders’ clubhouse.
“I thought you were dropping the baby items off?”
“We are. I closed on my new house yesterday.”
Her head snapped toward him. “That was quick.”
“Helped that it was a cash offer.”
“I imagine.”
Moon turned onto the street of the home he had bought, and as the house came into view, all she could think about was how in the world he had been able to come up with the cash to pay for the expensive home.
As if sensing what she was thinking, Moon glanced in her direction. “Don’t worry; I didn’t get the money from doing anything illegal.”
“I wasn’t—”
“You were … but that’s okay. I’ve worked long hours for most of my life. Never really been into buying expensive toys or wasting money. I work too hard for my money to spend it on something that would just end up in a garbage dump or a scrapyard.”
“Not a lot of people think that way.”
“Maybe not.” Moon brought the car to a stop. “But most people haven’t been as poor as I was.”
“You had a rough childhood?”
“Could have been better, could have been worse.” Moon’s hand went to the door handle. “You want to make us something to drink while I unload the boxes?”
“Okay.”
Moon unlocked the front door before going back to the SUV.
When she walked into the house, she came to a stop when she saw the front room was already filled with furniture.
“Excuse me.”
She moved out of the doorway and managed to play off her shocked surprise. “Wow. This is stunning. Did you have a furniture store on speed dial?” she joked while inwardly fighting the panic filling her at Moon being able to accomplish so much in such a small window of time.
Clearly, she had underestimated him, believing he was equal to her on what she could offer their child. There was no way she would be able to afford a home this size, much less afford the sleek furniture filling the massive living room.
“I wish.” Moon started up the stairs, carrying the box containing the crib. “Sasha took care of it for me. She’s a friend of mine. She loves decorating. If she likes a piece, she’ll buy it then store it to use for when she gets a design job.”
“That’s smart.” Larissa laid her hand on the back of the taupe sofa, appreciating the feel of the material. “She did a good job.”
“I’m happy with how it turned out,” he said, going back outside.
She left the living room and went into the kitchen to make their drinks. After pouring herself a glass of orange juice, she fixed Moon a glass of iced tea.
She stood in the kitchen while she sipped on the orange juice, listening as Moon made several trips to the car. When she heard the sound of the door closing, she expected Moon to come into the kitchen. Instead, she heard his steps going up the stairs.
Placing her empty glass in the sink after rinsing it out, she carried the iced tea into the living room, expecting Moon to come back downstairs. When he didn’t, she went upstairs and found Moon was measuring the room he had mentioned would be the baby’s room.