Page 42 of With A Little Luck
“Perfect,” he says, his face breaking into a playful smile. “So, now that we’re courting and fluid bonded, how do you feel about a roommate? I’m even willing to sleep in my own room for the time being if you need some space.”
My heart thunders.
It’s been hard being all alone up here. Even in Florida, I lived ten minutes from my parents. Vermont is like an entirely different world, and while I’ve been surviving, it hasn’t felt a whole lot like actually living.
I’ve been so lonely.
I thought a roommate might help, but the prospect of living with some unknown person has always made me nervous. Notto mention, how intimidating it feels to think about bringing the baby home from the hospital without any assistance.
But is that fair to Hart?
He brings so much to the table.
What do I bring, besides a whole lot of baggage?
I shake away those thoughts.
No, I’m not letting my head go there.
Alphas are pulled to care for and look after omegas. Omegas, in turn, thrive under that gentle guidance. He understands how alpha and omega biology works just as well as I do. He’s an adult. I’m not forcing him into anything. If he says he wants to be here and try to make things work between us…
I’m willing to take that at face value and give it a shot.
“We can try,” I finally say.
“Perfect.” Hart purrs the word, diving in for another quick kiss.
It’s a great distraction as my mind drifts to Ridge. I’ll need to have a conversation with Hart about him sometime soon, but I spent months searching for that alpha.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think he was a ghost, but the baby proves that’s not the case. I just don’t know what else I can do to find him, and I don’t think I can keep putting my life on hold for something that may never happen. It’s a tragedy, but sometimes that’s how life goes. I can’t wait forever with no guarantee that I’ll ever be able to locate him.
Hartley makes me happy.
I deserve to have something good in my life, and I’ll keep reminding myself any time I forget.
“Before I forget,” he murmurs against my lips, “I think you should call your doctor. Maybe see if she can get us in.”
“Why?”
“Your perfume was crazy last night. I’ve never experienced anything like it.” He nuzzles his cheek to mine and sits backagainst the couch. “I want to ask her a few questions. See if there’s anything I need to look out for or ways to head off your temperature getting that high.” He shrugs. “That’s if you’re comfortable with me coming to your appointment with you, but I think it’s a good idea to loop her in and see what she has to say.”
“I’ll call the office and see if they can get me in.”
Dr. Lindsay is fully booked today and tomorrow. The nurse calls me back, and we chat a little, but since it’s not an emergency, we agree I should wait and come in the day after tomorrow.
Hartley cleans up breakfast and takes a quick shower while I start a load of laundry. It’s so bizarre how easy it is to have him here. It’s hard to believe he’s a celebrity. He doesn’t seem spoiled or like he’s used to only having the most expensive things. I shouldn’t stereotype him, especially since I haven’t met any other actual celebrities.
I’m just tidying up the living room when Hart comes in. I can’t see him initially, but the creaking floorboards give him away, and I glance up, spotting him in the mirror.
“I love the sexy little dresses you wear around the house.” He growls, prowling closer. “Whoever designed them is the real MVP.”
I’m frozen in place, watching him in the mirror as he approaches. Once I’m within reach, he pulls my hair to the side, baring my neck. His fingers scratch against the soft material of my dress, and he buries his face in my throat from behind.
“Such a delectable little omega.” He licks and sucks my throat, making my damn knees weak. “You have no idea how much self-control it took not to dig my teeth in last night. It was close a couple of times.”
I lean against his strong chest, relishing how sturdy he feels behind me. He nips at my ear, and I jolt, slamming my ass back into his pelvis.
Hart pulls free of my throat and chuckles, catching my gaze in the mirror. “How good are you with makeup?”
