There are so many things to discuss, but I'm too shaken to ask questions. I need time to absorb the revelation that I have fallen in love. I drift off to sleep with no solution to the equation ex-cop meets crime boss equals love. A slight noise beside my head wakes me. I open my eyes and see a blurry glass of orange juice. The side of the bed dips when Moon sits beside me. He's dressed in a T-shirt and a pair of ragged shorts that look like sweats that have been cut off above the ...