Page 145 of Moon's Promise

Larissa couldn’t understand the pained look he gave her.

“I’ll stay in the car until you get us a table. You can text me when you’re seated.”

“Why?”

“Put it this way … mistakes were made.”

They ended up going to a casual dining restaurant that had steak on the menu. The Pink Slipper was the closest to an Applebee’s that Treepoint was ever going to get.

Moon and she sat and talked as they ate. The more time she spent with him, the more comfortable she felt. He was a fun companion, attentive, and made her feel special in a way she had never felt before.

After finishing her meal, she watched as he ate the last of his cheesecake. She caught more than one woman’s eyes straying to their table. He drew their eyes like a magnet, like he did hers. Like he had caught Lana’s the night at the bar.

Larissa twirled the melted ice cubes in her drink, her mind on that night. What if she hadn’t gone into his bedroom? Would Lana be the one sitting here tonight?

“You’ve gone quiet all of a sudden. What are you thinking about?”

She smiled at him. “Nothing.”

“You’re lying.”

Larissa made a face at him. “Yes, I am.”

“So, what were you thinking of?”

She leaned forward to cup her glass between her hands. “Do you ever wish you could do a do-over?”

Moon gave her a cautious glance. “Somehow, I don’t think I’m going to come out ahead by answering that question.”

“I already know the answer to that question.”

Moon frowned at her. “There’s no way you could know my answer to a question you haven’t asked. Don’t presume to—”

“Never mind,” Larissa cut him off, waving to their busy waitress when she would have rushed past them. “I’ll take the ticket.”

Moon sighed. “Come down off your high horse, Larissa. The question you presume to know the answer to is: would I go back in time and not have sex with you, therefore we wouldn’t be looking forward to having a baby in a couple of months? Is that not the question you think you know the answer to?”

“Yes.”

“Then let me give my answer. No, I wouldn’t do anything different, other than turn on the damn light.”

She nodded, reaching into her purse for her credit card.

“Stop, Larissa. I’m paying for our meal.”

“I want to.”

“If you want to pay for something, you can buy half the groceries.”

She put her card back in her purse.

“What was the question you wanted to ask?”

“Nev—”

“If you tell me never mind one more time, when we get home, we’re going to play a new game—how many times can I spank that pert ass of yours until you tell me you’re sorry.”

She gaped at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”