Page 52 of With A Little Luck
At the same exact time Trigg hisses, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine,” I assure Hartley with a soft smile. My gaze moves to Trigg’s. “She stretched, and it didn’t feel great. It’s also not my favorite thing in the world to still not have your promise that you won’t hurt Hart.”
I’ve never seen such a petulant look on a full-grown man’s face before. It would be cute if my feet weren’t starting to hurt.
“I will not kill your boyfriend,” Trigg grumbles, rolling his eyes. “No guarantees that Ridge won’t try when he learns the two of you spent most of last night having sex.”
“That has nothing to do with anyone but Hartley and me.” I squint up at the sullen alpha. “You know what, Trigg? I’m not even going to waste my breath telling you how inappropriate it was for you to not only put cameras in my bedroom, but to watch private moments you had no right to intrude on.” I pat his chest and step back. His hand falls from my back, and I step over to Hart, who tosses an arm over my shoulder. “I need a moment to speak to Hart without an audience. Once we speak, andifhe agrees to come with me, I will go with you and Ridge, but fair warning, I have to work the day after tomorrow.”
Trigg’s head tilts. “You never need to work another day in your life. I will gladly provide for you and the baby.”
Damn omega instincts.
I’m fully aware that his words could sound ridiculously sweet or mildly creepy—I know some people use financial abuse to trap partners with no way to escape—but I choose to view his statement as thoughtful. Mostly because I know if I were trapped in a terrible situation, I could call my mom and dads, and they would send me money for a plane ticket, no questions asked.
Things have been strained between us since I asked for assistance cleaning out Gran’s house after she passed away, but if I was in a truly dangerous situation, I know they would be there to help me.
“Tonight has been crazy, and it’s not over yet,” I say, giving Trigg a tired smile. “If you could give me a minute with Hart, I would appreciate it.”
“Hey, Quincy, right?” The guy in the driver’s seat turns around as I climb into the middle row of the SUV.
“Yep. Hey, Knox.” I force a smile and a friendly wave. It’s really starting to mess with my head that they’ve been this close the entire time.
Trigg is already in the back row, but Hart climbs into the middle row next to me as Ridge takes the passenger seat.
“Shit, this is going to be weird, but I need your autograph for my dad. He’s a big fan.” Knox puts the vehicle in reverse and pulls out of the driveway. It takes me several slow blinks to realize he’s talking to Hartley.
“Yeah, no problem, man,” Hart says, but it sounds forced.
This is going to be an uncomfortable ride.
I only packed a few outfits and necessities, like my phone charger and prenatal vitamins.
My head is a wreck.
Ridge and I need to have a conversation without anyone else around.
I also need to have a talk with Trigg about what is and isn’t appropriate behavior.
I’m probably more forgiving than most, simply because my dads used to hover and obsess about my mom. They still do. I just don’t have to see it play out on a daily basis. It’s all leftover evolutionary instincts from back when the world was a more lawless place, and alphas were solely responsible for their omega’s safety.
The ride is mostly silent other than the soft sounds of the radio playing some rock song in the background. Not more than five minutes pass as Knox heads south, turning toward the water.
Okay, I’ve been down here once when I got lost. The houses are all expensive, and there are private neighborhoods scattered about, some with views of Burlington Bay and Shelburne Bay.
My blood runs cold as the houses get larger, and it looks less and less like the neighborhood my grandmother’s house is in. These have to be multi-million dollar homes, and all I can seem to think is that Ridge is going to assume I baby trapped him for his money.
Which is ridiculous.
I had no idea about his financial situation when we met. Honestly, I didn’t think personal security got paid all that much, but I must have been wrong.
The baby bounces around, and it almost feels like she’s rolling. I can feel what might be her forearm as she moves about. It’s always strange when I try to match up what body part I’m feeling.
Hart stretches over, running his hand over my stomach.
My eyes fly to his, and he gives a soft smile.
I grab his hand, interlock our fingers, and give him a squeeze to let him know… I don’t even know what.
