My money, or more accurately, Moon's, is gone two hours later. He hasn't sent another text and I'm finding it impossible to sit still. The ladies are taking bathroom breaks and stretching their long, shapely legs. It's a little after midnight and the women look the same as they did when they walked in the door-gorgeous, rested, and dressed to the nines. I'm grumpy, tired, and dressed to kick some ass that I seriously hope doesn't need kicking. Moon's ring tone startles me.
Heading home. Keep your eyes open.
His aunt is in the car with him, so I understand that he can't talk. I think about his message for a minute and decide if he thought trouble was imminent, he would be a little more forthcoming. He's being cautious and I'll be the same. He gets another smiley face.
The women wander ba
