Page 15 of With A Little Luck
“You’d better purchase some over-the-counter allergy medication, in that case,” East says, addressing his half brother and completely ignoring everything I said.
“I’m serious, Easton. I’ve been at your beck and call for the better part of a year,” I growl. “No more assignments. Not until I tell you I’m ready to go back into the rotation.”
“Fine.” Easton rolls his eyes. “I swear, you assholes live to make my life more complicated than it needs to be. Leo and Shaw just put themselves on indefinite hiatus too. I’m going to have to hire a whole new team. Possibly two. You know how much I hate the interviewing process.”
“That is not my problem,” I deadpan. “Calder does all the research. Shove the interviews off on Keir.”
“Am I good to leave?” Trigg asks, pushing to his feet. “Easton has my number. He can pass it along to you.”
This is the guy who’s supposed to watch my back?
I don’t have high hopes.
He can’t seem to get out of here fast enough.
“The two of you need to get on the same page,” Easton says, sighing heavily.
“I’m actively monitoring every single surveillance feed that Calder has access to in Burlington,” Trigg says. “I’ve got eyes on Ridge’s house at all times. The gate guards have my information.” He looks at me. “Call me if you plan to leave yourhome. If you’re here or at your residence, you don’t need a constant babysitter. If you leave the house, I will be there to back you up.” He steps around my chair and moves to the door. “You know I prefer to hunt without an audience. Let me do my job.”
The door closes loudly behind him.
I quirk a brow at Easton. “And I was just going to say,it’s practically impossible to tell the two of you are related.”
Easton snorts. “I’ll text you Trigg’s information. Get the fuck out of my office.”
I shove myself up without complaint.
I’ve put off asking Calder for help finding Quincy because he tells Easton everything, but now I know one of Easton’s secrets…
I have leverage.
Chapter Five
Quincy
Iignore two calls from Pete as I wait for my last table to leave. Once they’re gone, I get their dishes cleared before heading to do my necessary side work.
I haven’t spoken to the cheating dick since the night at his office. I thought I made it clear then that I never wanted to talk to him again, but he called a few times over the weeks that followed and even sent me a text expressing how sorry he was to hear Gran had passed away.
Leaving the asshole on read was an easy choice, and eventually, he stopped trying to contact me. It seems very fitting that, after months of peace, he’s bothering me again.
I figured it would come at some point, but I just don’t have the energy to deal with him today.
Sutton is wiping down menus in the back as I roll my last few sets of silverware. She’s a year or two younger than me, and I love it when we get scheduled together. She was the first personto help me feel welcome here at work and the only one who hasn’t been weird since my belly popped.
I think the other servers don’t want to put too much effort into being friends because they assume I won’t come back after the baby is born. And maybe they’re right. I have no idea how I’ll manage day care once the baby comes.
If I moved back home to Florida, my mom and dads would help… I’m just thinking of that as more of a last resort kind of option. It would take me even farther away from where I met Ridge, and that would kill the last bit of hope I have of randomly running into him.
Not to mention, things have been tense with my family since my gran died. I’m still holding onto some resentment over the fact my mom left me to handle all of Gran’s arrangements.
“Your regular didn’t even get three bites into his sandwich before he bolted,” Sutton says, laughing. Her long blonde hair falls over her face, and she shoves it back. “I’m convinced he’s just hanging around, waiting for the day you cave and ask him to be your sugar daddy.”
I snort, dropping the silverware onto the napkin. “Like that man needs to pay anyone to be in his company.”
“I don’t know…” She shrugs. “He’s weird. I’d be shocked if he has a girlfriend. But with a face like that? I could put up with awkward small talk here or there to sit on it from time to time.”
I let out a very unladylike laugh. “He’s really sweet.”
