Page 126 of With A Little Luck
“Two pills. I added the dose and the time to the chart Quincy is keeping,” Trigg says softly.
“I’m gonna spill all over myself trying to drink lying flat,” Ridge grumbles. “Oh well, still worth it. I forgot how shitty it is to heal from a real gunshot wound.”
My eyes pop open.
Ridge is in front of me, tipping a bottle of water to his lips while Trigg is wrapped around my back.
Hartley planned to sleep in the bed in the primary bedroom last night. It might have been more comfortable for Ridge if we had gone that route, but my instincts needed to keep watch over him in the nest. Though I invited Hartley to join us, he simply gave me a quick kiss and told me to come get him if I needed anything.
Having that one-on-one time with Ridge was what I needed, and I appreciate Hartley being understanding of that.
“Morning, angel,” Trigg says, kissing my cheek from behind. “I’ve medicated your injured alpha, but you’ll have to take his temperature yourself. My forehead assessment says he’s fine, but I’m sure you’ll feel more confident with using the thermometer.”
“Thank you, Trigg.” My voice comes out raspy with sleep. “You look better today.” I pat Ridge’s chest, studying his face. It’s not empty words, either. His coloring is still on the pale side, but much closer to his normal.
“I’ll be fine as soon as the meds kick in,” Ridge says. “But we have to get moving. We have an appointment at ten-fifteen.”
“No way. Cancel it,” I say before I can stop myself. “We’re safe here. We shouldn’t leave unless we absolutely have to.”
Ridge struggles to sit up enough that he can see Trigg, and he hands him the bottle of water. “Can you call Easton? Remind him we need a team here by nine-forty-five.”
Trigg sighs but climbs off the nest mattress. “I will, but I draw the line at helping you shower. So, good luck with that.” He leans over the bed, brushing the hair back from my ear. “That doesn’t extend to you. If you need a shower buddy, I’m more than happy to oblige.”
I smile and mumble a quickthank you, and Trigg heads out.
Ridge frowns, and I can only assume he sees how serious the look is on my face. “I wouldn’t take you out of the house if I wasn’t sure that we could keep you safe.”
“I still haven’t had the chance to ask Trigg what he was up to all day yesterday and up until almost four in the morning…” My thoughts are a jumbled mess, and I don’t know what pieces are important and what’s just chatter in my anxious mind. “Unless you know everyone who is after us is dead, I just don’t think it’s worth it.”
His face falls, and my chest gets tight. “I hate that you’ve lost faith in my ability to protect you, but this appointment is important to me. It was also meant to be a surprise courting gift for you.”
Shit.
None of that is what I was trying to say.
“I do trust you. Don’t doubt that,” I tell him, struggling to sit up. It’s miserable, and I have to clench my thighs to keep from worrying I’ll have an accident. Big surprise—I have to pee really bad. I finally get situated and turn toward him. “I saw how far you would go to keep me and the baby safe. I just need you to be okay too.”
I don’t need fancy courting gifts, either. What he did, setting up an entire nursery and the subscription to The Divine Omega, was more than enough.
But I also don’t want to destroy his plans.
I finally sigh. “Will we be in town?”
They’ll be slightly less likely to attack us in public, right?
Ridge nods. “We’ll be in town, and we’ll have an escort.”
My heart thunders.
Dammit.
I wish we could stay safely locked in the house forever, but Ridge literally took a bullet to protect me yesterday. If this is that important to him, I don’t want to ruin what he has planned.
“Okay, but if even one thing happens, we’re finding a midwife and doing a home birth,” I say, shaking my head. Ridge barks a laugh. “I’m serious. We won’t leave the house again… Maybe ever. So, I guess it’s a good thing this is a literal mansion.”
His bright blue eyes sparkle as he nods. “You’ve got yourself a deal, sweetheart.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
