The chime of Moon's phone stops him from answering my question. He places his glass on the small side table, twists up a bit, and takes his cell from his pocket. He checks the screen and like a teenage pro, sends a message. He looks up at me after sending it. "Alex is here with our food." At the thought of El Tiempo, my stomach rumbles. Moon cocks an eyebrow.

Hell even that's sexy.

I stand up when I hear a soft knock at my front door.

"Sit. I'll get it and bring ...