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“Meaning you watched everything we did last night and this morning,” Hartley growls.
“Yes, but you’re still alive.” Trigg spins to face him. “That’s solely because she’s fond of you, but my patience is running thin.”
“Are you willing to come to my house for a few days?” I ask Quincy, trying to get us back on track. “It’s out of an abundance of caution, but with us coming here…” I frown, shaking my head. “There’s an even greater chance now that you might be on their radar.”
“You can’t be seriously considering going anywhere with these two,” Hartley says, his tone lined in pure disbelief.
“I think I might owe Ridge at least that,” Quincy says. “The baby is his.”
If the circumstances were anything other than the clusterfuck currently going down, I would laugh at the way his jaw falls. We’ve been discussing this for the better part of five minutes, but I think he’s been willfully ignoring what’s happening. More than likely due to his hatred of Trigg.
Hey, there’s something we can agree on.
I really don’t know how I feel about that dick. He’s been stalking Quincy for weeks. That can be dangerous when the hyperfixation wears off.
“Just to clarify,” I say, gently grabbing Quincy’s forearm, “you don’t owe me anything outside of a conversation about the baby and what happened that morning I woke up alone in thehotel room.” She turns back toward me, and I release her wrist. “There is some shit going down that I wouldn’t want you to get mixed up in, but if you’re not comfortable coming to stay with me, I will call my boss and have him assign a team to stay here with you. They’ll need to be with you round the clock, but it will give you some autonomy. I don’t want you to feel like the only way you’ll be safe is with me.”
“Have him assign another team to you if that’s the case. I’m not trusting Quincy’s safety to strangers.” Trigg looks from me to her. “You’ll never be safer than when I’m by your side.”
“Jesus,” Hartley mutters, echoing my thoughts.
For being so completely socially inept, that was actually pretty smooth. I’m probably going to end up stabbing Trigg before all of this is over.
Fuck me. I need a beer or seven.
Chapter Sixteen
Quincy
“I’m not letting you go anywhere with them alone,” Hart says as he towers over me in the kitchen. “That guy walked in like it wasn’t shady as fuck, and I’m genuinely surprised you’re not freaking out right now.” He frowns. “In case there’s any question about it, I’mpositivethat I locked the door after I grabbed dinner from the delivery driver.”
“I believe you,” I say, resting my hand over his heart and rubbing gently. His stress and anger are spilling over into me.
Omegas are empathetic, but what I’m feeling from Hartley is more extreme than I’ve ever been able to pick up from another person.
“I don’t understand why this is even a question,” Hart says, and his face betrays his agitation. “Get that guy’s phone number, and tell him you’ll meet with him somewhere in public to discuss the baby. Then we ban Trigg from the restaurant permanently, get a company in here to do a security sweep, and we can stay at a hotel for a few days. I used to employ Stone Security back when I needed full-time protection. They do a lot of celebrity contracts. I will hire us round-the-clock security.”
His muscles are so tense under my fingers, and his jaw is equally tight. It’s clear he’s trying to protect me, but the thing is, I truly don’t believe I need to be kept safe from Trigg or Ridge.
I’m the one who approached Ridge that night, and I owe him more than a few heartfelt apologies.
Trigg…
Well, he probably does look sketchy.
There’s just something deep inside me that says he would never hurt me. And logically, I understand it doesn’t make any sense, but my gut is convinced. It’s the same pull that made me feel completely comfortable shoving my face in his throat at the restaurant. Sure, I was embarrassed, but something in my stomach said that he wouldn’t turn me away.
“Seriously, Quincy, why aren’t you telling them to get out?” Hart asks, raking his gaze over my face.
I frown, glancing away. “Ridge and I might not know each other well, but if I had any way of finding him, I would have done it months ago.” I swallow thickly, trying to force away the uncomfortable bubbling in my stomach. “And I know you don’t like Trigg, but I do. There’s some undeniable connection there. A pull, I guess you could call it. I think he’s meant to be part of my pack.”
“There’s no fucking way I can coexist with that guy,” Hart growls, studying my face. “You like him better than me…”
“No,” I assure him as firmly as I can. “But I don’t like the idea of having to choose between you, either. I mean, I don’t even know where either of their heads is at?—”
“Have you ever heard of a soul match?” Trigg asks, coming into the kitchen.
“I asked for a minute alone with Quincy,” Hart growls, taking a step toward Trigg.
