Page 28 of With A Little Luck
Whatever.
Lucky for Ridge, I don’t have to like someone to do my job. It’s simple. Keep him alive and get paid. Then I’ll finally be free to loudly court Quincy.
Chapter Nine
Quincy
Another day, another embarrassment. I just have to keep reminding myself that it’s not as bad as when I used to have to run to the bathroom to vomit my guts up anytime anyone ordered the salmon…
Or the fish sticks.
God, I tried to talk Hart into taking them off the menu so many times. It finally got to the point that he started delivering the food for me if anyone at the table ordered the fish.
He really is a good friend and a great boss.
Even though I needed the quick break and nutrition, I still try to make up for it by finishing every bit of side work for the other servers on shift before gathering my stuff to head out.
Pulling the flyers out of my bag, I head to the lobby. There’s a community board along with a few candy machines, and I use a thumbtack to pin up the roommate flyer.
Hopefully I don’t get a bunch of weirdos. It might be a good idea to ask Hartley if he would be open to hanging out if anyone asks to come for a tour.
Having a male presence around couldn’t hurt, right?
I would consider asking Trigg, but I’m still majorly confused about this morning. He was so intense, and my system lovedevery bossy second of it. Only, he got his to-go box and left in the same way he always does. He left two hundreds on the table, along with two twenties to cover both meals, but I guess I was expecting more…
I don’t know.
It’s hard to explain.
I’m also like a million months pregnant. It would be silly to assume anyone could actually be attracted to me right now, but I was hoping we might have a moment to talk before he left.
Hiking my bag higher on my shoulder, I meander down the hallway and pop my head in Hart’s office door.
I frown when I spot Harrison. When I was first hired, Hartley’s brother was hardly ever around, but he has started popping in more and more over the last few weeks.
Shit.
I don’t think I’m mentally prepared for the day Hartley is no longer needed. He’ll go back to wherever he’s from, and it’ll be weird without him.
It’s clear they’re in the middle of discussing something, so I wave and smile. “Sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to let you know I’m on my way out.”
“Have a good rest of your day,” Harrison says. “By the way, be careful in the parking lot. There are several patches of black ice.”
Hart frowns. “I’ll walk you out. You’re wobbly these days.”
It might sound insulting if not for two things. One, he’s right. I am a wobbly mess lately, and two, the sexy little smirk that tips at his lips as he strides toward the door.
“I’ve got it,” Hart says, jogging forward to open my car door.
I stop dead in my tracks.
I don’t think a man has ever opened a car door for me. Not that this is a date or anything special. It just kinda makes me recognize all the ways I’ve settled for less than I deserve in relationships.
It brings back a flicker of the way Ridge placed his hand on my lower back as we walked, guiding me with the steady comfort of his palm. He also held the doors open when we exited the bar and entered the hotel, but I’m not sure if he was just laying on the gentlemanly behavior because he knew I was going to climb him as soon as we were alone.
I don’t think that was it.
Ridge seemed very genuine.
