Page 138 of With A Little Luck
“Is there a point to this little speech?” I ask, unable to hide my exasperation.
“Yeah, you petulant fucker, there is,” he says in his thick Scottish accent. “You’re selfish just like your half brother. You can’t fathom empathy because you don’t experience human emotion like the rest of us.”
“I’m experiencing annoyance right now,” I deadpan. “That alone proves I am capable of experiencing at least one emotion.”
His arms are still crossed, but he pulls his right hand free, gesturing at me with two fingers. “The limitation of yourawareness ends and begins with how it impacts you.” He quirks an eyebrow, but I’m just as lost as I was thirty seconds ago.
My head tilts, and I tell him that.
Muffled moaning spills from his office, making my teeth grind together. If there truly is a point to this intervention, I would prefer to get to it quickly.
“Ridge and Quincy deserve time to get to know each other before their kid is born,” Keir says, squaring his shoulders.
I’m very close to pulling the knife from the holster under my left arm and shoving it directly into his heart.
That baby is just as muchmineas it is Ridge’s. I might not do well at expressing my emotions, but I am fiercely protective of my things. My obsession with Quincy has spilled over into genuine excitement about meetingourdaughter, and I will kill anyone who attempts to keep me from either of them.
“I’m not letting you in that room if I think you’re going to ruin their time together,” Keir says, drawing me out of my thoughts. “Your face says it all.”
“Quincy is my soulmate. She cares about Ridge. I’ve come to terms with it.” I push my glasses up using my middle finger. “Move.”
“You really are just like Easton,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’ll shove yourself into any situation you want to be involved in. It’s like talking to a brick wall.”
“Great. Glad you were able to get that off your chest,” I say, my voice coming out clipped. “Now, if you could step to the side, I’d like to check on my omega.”
“After I make one thing clear.” Keir’s face breaks out into a cutting smile. That look might intimidate someone who isn’t me, but it has no effect on my system. “You’re young and unpredictable. I remember what Easton was like eight years ago. He never would have been able to share Briar with me and Calder. At some point, you’re going to get tired of packlife and start plotting ways to ensure you can have Quincy all to yourself. Just know, half brother or not, Easton will let me kill you if you touch Ridge. He’s part of the family—blood or not.” My metaphorical hackles rise as Keir pats my shoulder condescendingly. “That goes for Hartley Adams now, too. Not to mention, that woman you just called your soulmate would never forgive you. Remember that, Trigg.”
He finally steps out of the way, and everything in me aches to turn and bury my knife in his spine. Slitting his throat from behind would work too.
Exhaling heavily, I refocus on the office door. What I really need to do is to check on Quincy. Seeing her beautiful face settles me in a way nothing else can.
The overpowering scent of Quincy’s arousal smacks into me as I stride across Keir’s office.
Briar is going to have a shit fit when she smells how thoroughly Quincy’s scent has saturated the place. Oh well, she can bitch at her alpha since he obviously ensured Ridge and Quincy wouldn’t be interrupted.
Quincy faces Ridge, and the view as I come to a stop behind her is obscene.
Jesus.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have been so concerned about damaging her cervix. She doesn’t seem to be making much progress taking his dick either, and there are at least several inches left if she intends to take his knot.
They’re both still fully clothed. Her dress is simply pulled up around her hips.
My head tilts.
They must have been in a hurry.
It appears even her panties are still on.
“Fuck off, Trigg.” Ridge growls, baring his teeth at me.
“Don’t growl.” Quincy pushes her fingers to Ridge’s lips, but she peeks at me over her shoulder. “Hey, handsome.”
I smile, hitting my knees behind her. “I missed you, angel. Your scent is quite potent.”
“Yeah,” Ridge agrees. “Is Hartley around here somewhere?”
I’m sure he would prefer the ex-football star to me. Unfortunately for him, I’m the backup that has arrived.
