Chapter 7

It doesn't matter that Moon woke me every hour; I'm a new person in the morning. All his texts but the last were on point and only asked if I was okay. The last one is making me grit my teeth, and this time it doesn't hurt.

aka Criminal

Tonight, dinner.

My reply is again short and to the point.

No.

aka Criminal

I'll pick you up at seven.

My growl is louder than the one Gomez gave me. If Moon thinks I'll be here at seven, he's insane. Am I running away? Damn straight and that pisses me off even more. I don't run away from trouble, I run toward it. But this trouble is of an entirely different nature. It's colossal trouble with a capital T.