Page 16 of With A Little Luck
And ridiculously hot.
Honestly, models would be jealous of his jawline.
“Sure, sweet as can be…until you find him leering over you at two in the morning, heavy-breathing and asking you to make him a turkey club.”
“Moving on.” I roll my eyes. “You don’t happen to know anyone looking for a room to rent, by chance?”
“I really don’t.” Sutton shakes her head. “Did you decide to rent out your extra rooms, or are you trying to get out of that giant house?”
“I need roommates,” I admit. “Money is tight, and it’s only going to get worse over the next few months.”
She frowns, dropping the now-clean menu on the pile. “Have you thought about putting up flyers?”
“For the room?” I ask, but realize how silly that question was. “I’ve considered it. I was just hoping to find someone I know. Or at the very least, a friend of a friend. Someone who can be vouched for, you know?”
“No, I get it. I’ll ask around,” she says, grabbing another menu. “But for the record, I meant missing-person’s-style flyers for your baby daddy. Something likehave you seen this man? I need to talk to him, preferably before I pop out his kid.”
An unexpected bark of laughter leaves my lips. “If I had a picture to post… I’m getting desperate enough that I might consider it.”
Hartley sits at the desk in the office, studying something on the computer as I prepare to head out.
I was hoping he wouldn’t mind if I used the office printer. It has Wi-Fi, so I can connect from my phone, but using business resources without asking seems wrong. Plus, the printer is literally in his office.
I’ll have to ask tomorrow instead. Bothering him while he’s busy with actual work seems silly.
I’m just about to head off when his head flies up.
He spots me and grins. “Did you need something?”
My head shakes. “I was going to ask to borrow the printer, but it can wait.”
He waves a hand and stands. “Nah, come on in. It’s no trouble. You aren’t printing off your resume to leave us, right?”
I laugh and stride into the office. “I don’t even have a resume.”
Hart nods to his chair. “Sit down and take a load off.”
I slide past him, and my nose twitches, picking up his scent. It’s such a distinct smell, almost like fresh snow and something woodsy. It’s hard to describe, but I’ve never scented an alpha who smells so fresh and clean.
I’ve come to terms with it.
My nose loves Hartley’s scent.
Settling into his chair, I wiggle around, trying to stop the throbbing in my hips and lower back. Standing is uncomfortable, but sitting is somehow worse unless I can stretch out and get comfy.
“If you’re not trying to quit, what’s up?” Hart asks, leaning his hip against the side of his desk.
“I made a flyer.” My purse rests on my thighs, and I dig in it for my phone. “I need a roommate or two.”
The paperwork I got at the doctor’s falls, landing on the floor as I finally grab my phone.
Dammit, I miss the days when I could bend over and pick something up without it being a huge ordeal.
“Is it safe to have someone you don’t know move in right before you give birth?” Hart steps over, crouches, and grabs the pamphlet for The Omega Exchange.
Sighing, I connect my phone to the Wi-Fi so it will sync to the printer. “I’ll be careful. I’m hoping to find a person that someone I know can vouch for. I also found a free renter’s contract that you can print out and personalize. I think doing something month to month would be smart, at least at first.”
It takes only a few seconds to print five copies of the flyer I made listing the room for rent. It even has little pull-tab-thingies at the bottom that people can rip off with my phone number.
