Page 20 of With A Little Luck
If it’s her regular who keeps popping into the restaurant, I might lose my shit.
He’s just as into Quincy as I am.
I can tell by the way he watches her.
How he leans in close when she speaks.
The shitty little smile that tips his lips when he looks at her.
“Pete? What are you doing here?” Quincy asks, sounding surprised.
“Holy shit,” the man who must be Pete says. “You’re pregnant?”
“Obviously.” She snorts.
“Is it mine?” he growls.
My hackles rise at the sound. He’s not just an ex. He’s an alpha. That immediately makes him more of a threat. Alphasare almost always physically larger than either of the other designations.
“Of course she’s not yours.” Quincy huffs. “Otherwise, I would have told you like eight months ago.”
“How do I know you’re not lying because you’re pissed at me?”
“Oh, for cheating on me while my grandma wasdying?” She laughs mirthlessly. “I’d have every reason to hate you, but I would never lie about something so important.”
“I want a paternity test,” he growls.
“The doctor has already confirmed that it’s impossible the baby is yours, based on the last time we were together,” she says with a wobble to her tone that has me stomping across the living room. “If it was only a week or two, maybe there would have been a question about paternity, but there’s no way the ultrasound could be off by six weeks. You could also do the math based on the last time we were together. If the baby was yours, I would be almost forty weeks pregnant—meaning she would be about to pop out any day. The math doesn’t match up.”
“You still should have told me,” he hisses. “You’ve had months to think up lies to cover your tracks.”
I come around the corner with my jaw clenched so tightly, I’m afraid I might chip a tooth. Sliding up behind Quincy, I plant my right hand on her hip while my left teases around to cradle her belly. She jumps but lets me pull her back to my chest once she realizes it’s me.
“Hey, man.” I wave with the hand on her hip, but I focus on the omega. “We need to have a talk about you answering the door to strangers, especially after dark.”
“I’m far from a stranger,” the dick says, scoffing.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a stranger to me.” I shrug, keeping my face over Quincy’s shoulder as I stay curled around her back. “I’m sure you understand. We’ve got a baby inthe mix now.” I tease my palm over her swollen stomach and smirk at the asshole who wants me to remove his head from his shoulders.
He must if he was talking to her like that.
I’m sure he’s not brave enough to do it with an audience, and that pisses me off even more for some reason.
It blows me away a little thatthisis the ex who cheated on her. I’d be willing to bet my left testicle that he can’t last more than three minutes in the sack. Seriously, she was swinging downmajorly.
Quincy is beautiful in that girl-next-door way. It’s all the shy smiles and how she looks at you from under her lashes. It sneaks up on you, but once you see it, you can’t miss it.
She’s stunning.
This guy is slimy.
Thank God he showed her his true colors when he did. Her life would have been ruined if she ended up bonded to a guy like him.
I’ve seen it all…
Guys who don’t want to be single, but they can’t keep it in their pants. It was bad when I played college ball, but it was even worse in the pros.
There were willing women everywhere, but I never wanted the complication of breaking anyone’s heart. Back then, the only thing I gave a shit about was being signed to a contract. It might be selfish, but I knew what I wanted, and I didn’t let anything get in the way of that.
