Page 103 of Moon's Promise

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.

“How about falling down the steps?”

“Either I was pushed or tripped.”

“What about the toaster?”

“Payback for me burning Lana’s hair.”

“And I thought boys were the troublemakers.”

“Nope. We’re lucky we’re having a boy. Girls are sneakier.”

Larissa felt Moon’s surprised glance at her.

“I would have thought you’d prefer having a girl.”

“I just want a healthy baby, I’m more shocked than anything else. There haven’t been many boys in our family. We haven’t had one born in two generations.”

“That long?”

“Yes. My mom isn’t going to be thrilled. She was so sure I was going to have a girl that she’s been buying everything pink.”

“Your sisters have, too,” he told her.

Larissa turned to look at him. “How do you know?”

“That’s how I found out you’re pregnant. I was helping emptying the office above yours when I came out of the elevator and saw them holding a sleeper. It was pink.”