Page 59 of With A Little Luck
I’m sure they don’t think very much of me.
“Sorry to interrupt. I was just going to grab some fries or whatever you guys aren’t eating.” Shaw steps over to the table like he’s as comfortable here as he is in his own house.
“No worries. I think we’re about done.” Hart squeezes my hip. “You said you were stuffed five minutes ago.”
My cheeks heat, but I nod, appreciating the excuse to retreat to the bedroom we were given. “Yeah, I’m full. Nice to meet you, Shaw.”
He winks. “You too, sweetheart. And I’m serious. We just moved in. Saylor could use some friends.”
“Thank you.” I wave, and Hart thankfully guides me toward the stairs.
That guy assumed I would be sticking around, but based on how Ridge has been avoiding me, I’m not sure I see that happening.
Without Hart being here, I would be crumbling. He keeps me grounded, even as I feel like I’m about to climb out of my skin. We brush our teeth and get situated in the massive bed.
My instincts are unsettled, and if it didn’t seem inappropriate, I would have asked to sleep in the nest.
This house is a mansion.
There’s no other way to describe it.
The room is spacious, which might be nice if there were four or five of us all coexisting in this one space, but it’s too much room for just Hart and me.
The bathroom alone is unreal, with four side-by-side sinks, a massive tub with jets, a glass shower, and a door that leads to the nest.
I didn’t grow up poor, more like comfortably middle class, and this place still makes me feel inadequate.
“Is your house like this?” I ask as Hart and I lie on our sides, facing one another.
He grimaces. “It’s not as new or as updated as this place, but yeah, it’s probably about the same size, based on what I’ve seen.”
I scoff, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over my head.
My instincts are unsettled.
The room is too open.
And I’m so embarrassed about everything that’s happened over the course of the last few hours…
Hiding is the only option.
Being an omega rarely makes sense.
Hart chuckles, scooting down and snuggling closer to my front as he hides under the blanket with me. “I didn’t grow up with money. I get it. Harrison’s pack house is a lot like the house you inherited from your grandmother, and that’s where I grew up.” He kisses my forehead and moves down to peck my nose. “Yeah, I can afford nice things now, but I’ve also been really careful with my spending. I don’t want to have to do brand deals and speaking engagements when I’m seventy and no one remembers who I am.”
“I’m so sorry I dragged you here with me,” I whisper as my eyes squeeze shut. “I know you didn’t sign up for any of this, and I wouldn’t blame you at all if you wanted to leave.”
“Quincy,” he says, sounding exasperated.
My eyes pop open to study Hart’s face.
It’s darker under the covers, but I can still make out his bright blue eyes.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
My heart races, and my fingers dig into his bare chest. He’s warm and so sturdy, while I’m a walking disaster.
God, I hope he means it. Without him, I’d be ugly crying right this very moment.
