Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
“ Y ou’re not going to believe this!”
Larissa dropped the book on her lap as Priscilla stormed into the living room. Lana closed the kitchen cabinet and moved to the counter to listen as Priscilla dropped her coat and purse on a chair offset the couch.
Larissa hesitated to ask what had Priscilla so fired up, aware of who her last scheduled appointment of the day was with. Lana, on the other hand, had no such hesitation, giving her a worried frown.
“What aren’t we going to believe?”
“I just want to say …” Priscilla glowered at both of them as she raised her hands, emphasizing how furious she was with the both of them. “I want to know how you two were both taken in by a man who has the morals of an alley cat.”
Larissa felt a heated blush creep up her cheeks. “Are you talking about Moon?”
Priscilla karate chopped the air. “Who else would I be talking about?”
Placing another pillow behind her back, Larissa raised herself higher on the couch. “I didn’t pick him.” She tried to keep her voice level and calm, even though she was fighting not to raise her voice. “I didn’t know Moon was even back at the club.”
Leaving the kitchen, Lana went to the couch to pick up the coat and purse, which had been tossed aside, and hung both on the coat rack. “I accept full responsibility.” She took a seat on the chair she had cleared. “Both of you were ready to go home. I was the one who wanted to stay at The Last Riders’.”
Priscilla sighed, losing steam at Lana’s unhappy expression. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off.” She shot each of them an apologetic glance. “It’s just … he’s such a … dog.”
Larissa couldn’t help but smile. “A second ago, he was an alley cat. Why don’t you tell us what he did, so we can cast our vote?”
“Ugh…” Priscilla grimaced. “You know I was meeting Killyama and Train at five thirty?”
Larissa nodded. “I should. I’m the one who scheduled it for you.” With her foot being in a cast, she was confined to the office until the weather turned warmer so she wouldn’t have to fear another tumble.
“Train was late, and the later he was, the angrier Killyama got. I offered to leave and reschedule their appointment. She wasn’t happy with that option at all.” Priscilla rolled her eyes. “Instead, she looked at the consultation sheet, which is what we would have done if Train had been there. Killyama suggested she show me around their house, if they decide to go ahead with a home birth, that since you’re out of commission for the next four weeks, I could give insights if they decided to have a water birth.”
Larissa frowned. “I know she was going back and forth about whether she wanted a midwife or a doula, but she never mentioned a water birth. We would have gone over that during the consultation, of course. But she should have waited for Train. Many fathers’ doubts need to be addressed.”
“I told her; she wasn’t listening. So, you know Killyama is going to be a nightmare to work with.” Priscilla gave the air another karate chop. “She’s going to be worse than Roxanne.”
“Ouch.” Lana winched. “That bad?”
“Worse.” Priscilla scowled. “She wouldn’t stop asking about the water birth, so I gave in and told her that you have to set up a birthing pool at their home before the delivery due date. Boy, was that a big mistake … she said there was a whirlpool at The Last Riders’ clubhouse and she could use that. I told her you would have to take a look at it and give your opinion. That’s when she was determined for me to check it out, that if it wouldn’t work, there would be no need for you to come out. During all this, she’s texting Train, and I could tell she’s about to blow a fuse.” Priscilla’s shoulders slumped. “I gave in, which was an even bigger mistake.”
“You went to the clubhouse?” Lana prompted.
“Oh, yes … there was no stopping Killyama. We went in through in the back door.” Priscilla’s face went deadpan, and she shook her head. “It was like walking into a porn scene. I actually looked around for the cameras.”
Larissa made a conscious effort not to gape like Lana was, biting her bottom lip to keep her jaw closed. “You’re joking?”
Priscilla kept shaking her head. “I wish I were. I kid you not, Moon was having sex on a couch with a woman, and another naked woman was watching them. I think it was a threesome.”
She would have laughed at Priscilla’s scandalous tone, but the sick feeling in her stomach told her it was no laughing matter.
“And let me tell you something else … neither of you stood a chance with Moon. The woman looked like she was a pin-up model. She even had staples in her and everything.”
Lana frowned. “You mean, like medical stitches?”
“No, like they went through her nipples, and one was dangling from her bellybutton.”
“You mean piercings?”
“Whatever.” She nodded. “The women were gorgeous. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but neither of you would stand a chance of getting that man’s attention. Not with those centerfolds as competition.”
Larissa was tempted to throw her book at Priscilla.
“Moon would have been lucky to have gotten Lana.”
Her older sister sent her a shaky smile.
“Then why did you steal him away from her?” Priscilla asked.
The book went flying. “I did not steal that jerk away from Lana! I didn’t know who he was!”
Priscilla caught the book and set it down safely on the coffee table. “Whatever. I was just saying neither one of you should be feeling bad. He’s obviously a hound dog, and since neither of you are into threesomes …” Priscilla raised a curious brow.
Larissa narrowed her eyes on her baby sister, who was getting on her last nerve.
“What do you think?” Lana snapped.
“I don’t know … I wouldn’t have a one-night stand, either …”
Larissa reached for her crutches.
“Behave, Priss,” Lana reprimanded their sister.
Priscilla got off the couch to sit on the couch next to her. “I’m sorry. I think I’m still shellshocked. I hate to admit it, but wow, if that dude was on a calendar, I would buy it.”
“Are you going to throw it in my face for the rest of my life that I accidentally had sex with Moon?”
“Probably,” Priss admitted.
At least Priss was honest.
“How did Moon act when he saw you?”
Priss made herself comfortable, putting an arm around a pillow. “He was angry but watched his language more than I would have. He told Killyama to leave and give them five minutes, then we could come back in.”
“What happened after that?”
Priss picked up the crutch she had dropped and placed it within reach. “I was so embarrassed I told Killyama that it might be better for Train and her to make an appointment to come into the office.”
“What for? Train is obviously resistant. That’s why he must have missed the appointment. Train probably told her no, and she made the appointment, anyway.”
“Exactly, Killyama doesn’t accept no. So, I’m giving you the opportunity of being the one to break the news to her, not me.”
Larissa and Lana shared a troubled gaze.
“We can’t pass taking Killyama on as a client,” Lana told Priss.
“We’re going to need every dime we can to fight to get the Certificate Of Need for the birth center we’ve dreamed of opening. That’s why there aren’t any freestanding birth centers in Kentucky—people run out of money fighting to get them in the courts. Thanks to my stealing ex-fiancé, we’re down several thousand dollars.”
“Thankfully, he only had access to your personal accounts, not the account with our savings for the birth center. We’ll get the money back from him somehow,” she promised.
Lana shook her head. “I deserve to lose it. I should have never given him access to my account. I thought because he put me on his that …” Lana made a painfilled face. “Anyway … stupid me wasn’t smart enough to check out how much he actually had in his account. If I had, I would have found out sooner it had been closed due to insufficient funds.”
Larissa gave Lana a fiery glance. “You call yourself stupid again where that lying thief is concerned, I’m going to make Priss get up and bop you!”
Lana gave her trembling smile. “I won’t.”
“So, what we going to do about Killyama if she calls?” Priss asked with an unhappy expression.
“You know, now that I think about it”—Lana gave her a cheerful smile—“we can give her a pass. I’ve never known a better candidate for a hospital birth. We’ll refer her to Dr. Price.”