Page 4 of With A Little Luck
Waking up is a groggy experience.
For the first several seconds, I have no clue where I am or why I’m so warm, but God, am I comfortable.
Ridge’s scent hits my nose, and I bite my cheek to keep from cooing.
Cooing is a ridiculous sound omegas make when they’re content.
A cascade of memories comes back as consciousness creeps in.
Ridge and Knox in the bar.
The way Knox kept me company at the table while Ridge went to have a word with the two creepy guys. He brought me back a drink, and I decided to stay for a bit.
I remember Knox left, but Ridge asked if I wanted to stick around for a little longer.
We talked and laughed and drank and danced…
My eyes pop open, and light streams in the window of the hotel room.
Oh my god!
Gran!
I’m supposed to be home by now so Donna can leave. I only meant to close my eyes for a minute…
I guess I fell asleep.
It’s a slow process to extract myself from under Ridge’s arm, but I make it out of the bed without waking him.
My entire body is lazy and sore from a night of incredible sex. It makes it almost impossible to force myself to get dressed. Though I do because I have no other option.
Donna is going to be furious.
We never agreed on an exact time, but it was implied that I wouldn’t stay out until dawn.
I snatch up my shoes, link them over my fingers, and dig in my purse for a pen.
I don’t know if he’ll even want to see me again, but sneaking out without leaving him a way to contact me feels…wrong.
More than that?
Ridge was awesome company. He’s sexy, lighthearted, and he instantly put me at ease, despite my terrible night.
I’d love to see him again if we can find the time to make it work.
I don’t find a pen, but my phone buzzes, lighting up with a text.
Snatching it out of my bag, I see four missed calls and three texts from Donna, causing my jaw to fall.
The most recent message says,Call me as soon as you can.
My heart thumps wildly as my mind races.
She’s going to quit.
I pushed her kindness too far.
She has every right to be angry.
