Page 84 of With A Little Luck
“Thank you.”
“Are you feeling any better?”
“Yeah, I don’t know why my hormones went crazy for a minute.” My face feels hot, but I can’t tell if it’s from the actual crying or the embarrassment of crying all over him.
“That happens sometimes.” He laughs. “Remember, four little sisters. They all have kids. But I think I might know what will help you feel better. How do you feel about setting up the nest?”
My insides light up.
Every omega wants their very own nest, and I’m not too proud to admit that sounds like just the thing to get me out of this momentary funk.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Trigg
Annoyance is one emotion I’m well-acquainted with. Everyone is testing the limits of my good nature today.
Hart with how he kissed Quincy in the hallway this morning.
Ridge overcompensating with too many lavish gifts all at once. He made Quincy cry, and I could do nothing but watch it on my phone screen.
Even the restaurant I once looked forward to visiting has been ruined. The club sandwich doesn’t taste anywhere near as delicious when anyone but Quincy delivers it.
My half brother seems dead set on putting me in a foul mood. There’s no other reason he would drag me away from the house. I wasn’t about to tell him I couldn’t leave because Ridge and Hartley would be busy assembling the nursery, thus giving me the perfect time to woo my omega.
And while I might not have spilled the beans, someone did.
If I had to place a bet on who was responsible for sharing that tidbit of knowledge, I would put my money on Shaw.
That fucker seems like he has a big mouth.
Knox stretches back against the booth, glancing around like he’s desperate for something to do. We long ago finished ourfood, but he’s a big boy. I’m confident he could find something on his phone to entertain him while we do our job as bait.
This would have been much more effective with Ridge as the prey. However, Easton must have taken pity on him after learning about Quincy and the baby.
No one decided to take pity on me, and my mood has not improved as the hours have passed. Although, I am looking forward to getting out of here and going shopping. That will brighten my outlook on the day, I’m sure of it.
I’ve already selected several rings that I’d like to examine in person. The shop closes at five, so one way or another, these assholes need to make themselves known if they intend on it.
Seeing members of Costa’s team strolling by the restaurant the other day may have simply been a coincidence.
Normally I don’t believe in coincidences, but if they intend to act, I doubt they would do so while Knox and I are still in the restaurant. Easton is ultimately hoping Leo and Shaw can get eyes on Costa, his team, or the hired mercenaries.
If they’re in a spot where a covert shot can be taken…
Even better.
At least, that’s my line of thinking.
Sure, it would be convenient to obtain one of Costa’s team—that way, they could be tortured for information about Costa’s whereabouts.
It would be even better if they could quietly take out the boss himself, but I don’t see that happening. He can afford to pay his minions to do his dirty work for him. If I were Costa, I wouldn’t stick my nose out and risk someone cutting it off. I would simply stay hunkered down and allow the paid help to do what they were contracted for.
This day is never going to end.
“Easton is pissed,” Knox says, jogging to keep pace at my side in the horrendous-smelling alleyway.
I stop dead in my tracks and turn to face him. “Yes, because it wasn’t suspicious at all that we spent the better part of six hours sitting in the restaurant.” I roll my eyes. “You’re more than welcome to go back in. Spend some additional time flirting with the hostess.”
