Page 102 of Moon's Promise
“I’ll certainly check it out for you.” Taking a form out of his desk, he reached for a pen. “How many bedrooms?”
“Three, and at least two baths.”
“I’m friends with the developer. I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’d appreciate your help.”
After they left the office, she felt as if a huge weight had been taken off her back. She had come to a decision while inside the office to buy a house in Treepoint. It didn’t matter if it was in the same subdivision or not, she would buy one where Moon would have access to his child.
“Would you like to grab a bite to eat?”
Larissa gave him a disappointed sigh. “I would if I could. I’ve already made plans with Priss and Lana to have dinner and go to a movie.”
“Oh. Okay, then, another time.” His downcast expression tugged at her conscience.
“You’re welcome to join us, if you’d like?”
“I wouldn’t want to ruin your sisters’ night.”
Larissa burst into laughter. “I’m sure they won’t mind.”
“If you’re sure, then; I haven’t been to a movie in a while.”
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?”