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)
Priscilla gave a sleepy yawn. “Deal.” She settled her head more comfortably on her shoulder. “She’s really attracted to him. I think he might be able to get her mind off Bennet.”
Larissa bit down on her lip, her mind’s eye going back to the brooding man who Lana hadn’t been able to take her eyes off all night. An eerie chill went down her spine. He was the first man Lana had taken an interest in since she had been left at the altar. She really didn’t want her sister to get her heart broken again.
“I don’t know, Priscilla. Do you think it’s wise for us to encourage her to meet a biker?”
“Well, Bennet stole her blind, and he drove a Porshe. I’m going to be positive and give him a chance. Besides, we both know she’ll chicken out at the last second and probably won’t talk to him, anyway. Lana will come up with another excuse why she didn’t, and we can go home. It’s a win-win for us. She would have at least taken a step in the right direction by thinking about another man, and we will support her in her endeavor to get laid.”
Larissa wanted to laugh. Instead, she shrugged her shoulder, forcing Priscilla to raise her head.
“I think our dear sister is going to need our support a different way than getting a new man in her life,” she said ruefully, noticing the expression and pallor on Lana’s face.
Priscilla’s eyes went to where she was looking. “Uh-oh.”
“Oh yeah.” Larissa’s inclined her head in Lana’s direction. “She looks like she’s getting ready to blow a gasket.”
“I warned her not to mix liquors.” Priscilla turned her head to stare back down at her. “It’s your turn …”
Larissa immediately started shaking her head. “Nope. It’s your turn. I’m the one who had to watch her binge on that wedding cake, then—”
Priscilla raised her hand to stop her. “Enough said. You win.” Getting to her feet, Priscilla gave her a mock threatening glare. “You better not take off like you tried to when we were in the restaurant and leave us stranded.”
Larissa pasted an innocent expression on her face. “Would I do that?”
Priscilla narrowed her eyes on her. “In a heartbeat.”
CHAPTER TWO
“You ready to settle up?”
Moon raised blurry eyes from the glass of whiskey he had been staring morosely into. How was he spending another Christmas season without a wife and kids? He was the only one of the brothers who had wanted to find a woman to marry when they got out of the service and start having children immediately.
He was thirty-eight, and it seemed his dreams of having a family were getting further away instead of closer. Each passing year, he would say to himself, This is the year I’ll find the woman I can settle down with and start making babies. Inevitably, by October, he knew another year would end with him being fucking alone. Like he always was.
He was sick as shit of being alone. Despite having the brothers, and a variety of women he slept with, none of them filled the void of having a family. The brothers’ friendships were constantly on thin ice and threatening to crack open. Tired of his moody behavior, they bounced him from the clubhouse in Ohio to Kentucky. When he wore out his welcome in one, he would be shuttled back to the other. Depending on the job they needed him for, he was on borrowed time until what they needed done was completed.
Viper or Wizard would run inference for him when he started making a nuisance with the other brothers. Invariably, he would start a fight with the brothers, then sit back and watch the fireworks, or do something which would bring down heat on the club. He hated watching television, nor was he really into video games or reading. What was left for enjoyment? Stirring shit up.
“Moon?”
Moon blinked, trying to clear his vision. “You say something?”
“You want another drink, or you ready to settle up?” Mick asked impatiently.
Draining the glass, Moon pushed it toward the bartender, who looked like the last thing he wanted to do was refill the glass.
“Why don’t you go on home?” Mick picked the glass up but made no move to give him a refill. “I’ve had a long night. I’m ready to go home.”
Moon stared at Mick through a drunken haze. “Why?”
Mick frowned at him in confusion. “Why what?”
“Why do you want to go home? You don’t have anyone waiting for you to rush home to any more than I do.”
Mitch gave him a steely look. “Brother, you don’t know shit about my life.”
Giving the bartender a sarcastic snort, he tapped the empty glass to be refilled. “I know you wouldn’t work the hours you work—seven days a week without a day off for more years than I can count—if you had better options waiting for you.”