Page 73 of With A Little Luck
Dammit.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Quincy
Trigg frowns and shoves his glasses up before turning to collect another bite of food to offer me.
I take it, chew, and swallow.
He puts the silverware down on the plate but stays silent.
My head tilts as I continue to wait for his answer.
I keep my eyes locked on his and ask again. “Did you put cameras in the pack bedroom?”
“If I’m not able to monitor the entirety of the house, I won’t be able to keep you safe.” His gaze darts away and quickly returns to mine, like he’s trying to assess if I’m angry. “I didn’t place any audio or visual recording devices in the bathroom. I have some boundaries.”
“Trigg,” I whisper, trying to determine how I feel about this turn of events.
I can’t say I’m shocked, considering I had a feeling he listened in on my conversation with Ridge, but it makes Hart uncomfortable.
I hate feeling torn between the two of them, and my first instinct is to coddle him, yet I don’t think that will solve anything. In reality, it would only hurt Hartley’s feelings even more.
“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal unless you have someone’s permission,” I tell him.
“Maybe in your house, since you didn’t know about them, but Ridge is aware I’m monitoring his home.” Trigg stretches back against the couch, his eyebrows rising. “Do you intend to turn me in?”
I gasp, shaking my head. “No.”
“Is Hartley planning on it?”
“Not that I know of?—”
“If he tries, I’ll have them removed before the police have the opportunity to investigate.” Trigg’s lips tip up. “I believe it’s a crime to make a false police report.”
“That was uncalled for, and you know it.” My eyes narrow, and my fingers dig into the material of his shirt where my hand rests over his heart. “For the record, I really don’t like it when you say spiteful things. The way the two of you fought at my house…” A heavy sigh escapes my lips as the memories replay. “I hated it. No more fights that get physical. You don’t have to like each other, but the whole gun thing was way too extreme.”
“Understood,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry it upset you.”
I study his face, waiting to see if he’ll say more.
He doesn’t, so I focus on getting us back on track.
“As I was saying, the cameras make Hart uncomfortable. And I hadn’t really thought much about it, but when I did, I realized you have a recording of Hartley and me…” My lips purse, and I try to find a polite way to put it. “He’s a well-known athlete. I can understand why that would bother him.”
“I would never allow anyone to see you like that.” Trigg snakes a hand around my lower back. “I’ve already separated out any intimate footage. I was going to ask if you’d like to see it or if I should destroy it outright. Hartley has nothing to worry about. You’re my soulmate. I would never do anything to harm you.”
Dammit.
It’s like he knows just what to say to make my insides melty.
The sincerity on his face is enough to make me believe him, but…
“Destroy it, please.” I give him a tight smile, running my free hand over my stomach. I didn’t eat very much, and somehow my stomach still hurts.
Trigg’s brow furrows. “Are you okay?”
I nod, then shake my head. “My stomach is upset, but I’ll be fine.”
