Page 78 of With A Little Luck
“Where’s Trigg?” Ridge asks, dropping the bin on the floor between the chair and the couch.
Quincy struggles to sit up, and Ridge steps forward, helping her switch to a more seated position instead of lying on her side. “He fed me breakfast, and we snuggled for a bit, but Knox came in and said he got a call from someone named Easton. They went upstairs, and King joined me for a cuddle.”
“He jumped up there on his own with no problem?” Ridge’s eyes narrow.
“Yup,” Quincy says, laughing.
“Interesting.” He stretches over her and scratches the dog’s back. “I knew you were a faker. Everyone tells me you’re just a spoiled little dick.”
I laugh.
Ridge reminds me of the guys I played football with. No filter. No censoring his language when a lady is around.
Hell, I’m not much better, but Ridge is unapologetically himself. At least you know what to expect, unlike Trigg.
“What’s in the bin?” the little omega asks, looping her arms around her stomach and linking her fingertips. I’m impressed they can even touch with how substantial the baby bump is, but she has long arms.
King raises his head and growls, making my head twist to see what pissed him off.
“Can we put a pause on that?” Trigg strides into the room and focuses on Ridge. “Knox needs to speak to you for a moment.”
Ridge sighs, but takes off while Trigg skirts around the couch and comes to a stop at Quincy’s side.
“I got a call,” he says, cupping her cheek in his hand. “I’m afraid I have to go into work for a few hours.”
“Okay,” she says, searching his face. “But you’ll be back before bed?”
“I will,” he agrees, dipping his mouth to hers.
My damn teeth grind together. That must mean their talk went well.
Trigg pulls back, running his thumb over Quincy’s lower lip. “I’ll bring you back a few goodies. It’s only right, now that we’re courting.”
Her hand flies up, grabbing his wrist. “You didn’t ask…”
“Hmm, I thought I did.” He chuckles. “Perhaps it felt implied. Quincy, can I court you?”
Her head bobbles up and down, and my stomach sinks.
I was raised in a pack.
I know how it goes. The omega builds their pack based on who they feel will bring fulfillment to their life. Quincy will choose the alphas she feels connected to, and I don’t get a say in how that plays out.
I could remove myself from the situation, but that’s not what I want.
Quincy is my endgame.
I just can’t seem to fathom why she can’t see Trigg for who he is.
Hell, maybe she does.
Omegas are wired to seek out the biggest, baddest alphas they can find to protect them. With her being pregnant and even more vulnerable than normal, her system might be pushing that instinct to try to ensure she has protection.
Either way, now is not the time to show my ass.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Quincy
