Page 55 of With A Little Luck
“You should probably rest and elevate your legs.” Hartley pats Quincy’s thigh and stands. “I’m still full from the late lunch, early dinner that we had, but if you’re hungry, I bet one of them will let us know when the food arrives.” He offers her his hands, and she takes them.
“I’m going to spend a while unpacking my computers,” I say, just in case she cares. “But I’ll be happy to come find you when it gets here.”
Quincy smiles. “Please do. I tend to eat small, frequent meals.”
“That makes sense. You don’t have much room with the baby taking up all your space,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
Flashes of the show they put on replay in my mind like I’m watching the live feed. The urge to slice Hartley’s throat is strong, but I did give Quincy my word that I wouldn’t harm him.
Why did I do that again?
Ridge leans against the counter in the kitchen next to the refrigerator. His arms are crossed, but he’s got a bottle of beer gripped in one hand so tightly that it looks like he wants to deal with broken glass.
I come to a stop by the island, trying to determine how to broach this conversation. “How did you meet Quincy?”
His head rolls around the top set of cabinets as he twists to meet my gaze.
Does he always wear those ridiculous aviators?
Even at home?
“Knox and I were having drinks after work one night,” he says. “We normally go to O’Malley’s because they have good food, but they were closed due to a water leak.”
“And she was your waitress?” I ask when he pauses for too long.
“No.” He pulls his beer to his mouth, taking a long swig. “She was by herself. Some guys were hassling her, and she came over to ask if she could sit with us so they would leave her alone. I found out later that she walked in on her boyfriend with his receptionist or assistant or something. She went to the bar to have a drink before heading home to look after her grandmother.”
“I see.”
“And now she’s herein my house, and she’s pregnant.” He bangs his head against the cabinet. “Oh, and she has a fucking boyfriend.”
I open my mouth to tell him Hart isn’t her boyfriend, but Knox interrupts.
“They’re settled into the pack bedroom.” Knox chuckles. “I thought you were exaggerating, but she’s about to pop. She has to be close to her due date.”
“Where the hell are Leo and Shaw?” Ridge pushes off the kitchen counters, striding toward the dining room. “I swear to fuck, I’m going to puke. I’ve seen someone holding their intestines and never felt a flicker of nausea.”
My gaze moves to Knox’s.
“Oh yeah, he’s losing his shit.” The other alpha laughs and takes off after his friend.
I follow, and I’m not even sure why. Ridge’s mental breakdown is of no concern to me.
I should be scoping out teams I can hire to take out Hartley Adams. I assured QuincyIwouldn’t hurt him, but I never said a peep about other highly paid assassins.
Ridge stumbles down the back steps and begins heaving in the grass.
I frown.
I’m not going to be the one to offer him assistance.
“Well, damn, I’ve never seen you puke.” Shaw’s voice startles me, and I turn, just catching him and Leo as they stride in through the side gate. It allows someone to bypass the house completely, leading from the front yard directly into the backyard. “You’ve got a stomach of steel.”
I’m not overly familiar with the two, but I have seen them around the Shadow Security office on two separate occasions. From what I understand, they work with Ridge regularly. Easton mentioned that he often likes to group them together because they make for a solid team.
I suppose that means they’re friends outside of work. I personally like to keep my work and social life separate. The fact that I have no social life is irrelevant.
“Exactly how much has he had to drink?” Leo only stops to latch the gate before following hot on Shaw’s heels. “Should we grab Valor? If he goes down, it’ll be our only chance of carrying him without a crane.”
