Page 51 of With A Little Luck
My hand falls from his chest, and I almost make a grab for his wrist, but he doesn’t advance any farther toward Trigg.
“Yes, you did,” Trigg concedes. “I gave you one minute and forty-three seconds. I was feeling overly generous.” He smiles like he’s quite pleased with his joke.
“Where’s Ridge?” I ask, panic clawing at my chest.
What if he left?
I have no way of getting in contact with him.
“He went to tell Knox that it’s going to be a few minutes,” Trigg says calmly. “Don’t worry. He won’t disappear on you. I think he just needed a moment to himself?—”
“That would be a mindfuck,” Hartley says.
I sigh.
This cannot be my life.
“Now, I asked a question,” Trigg says. “Do you know what the soul match scent is?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“It’s probably some bullshit he just made up,” Hartley mutters.
“It’s not.” Trigg shrugs. “You don’t need to believe a word out of my mouth. The only opinion that truly matters is Quincy’s.” His gaze moves to me. “I started to wonder if there was some deeper meaning behind your scent. Lightning, electricity—whatever you’d like to call it—is the scent reserved for soul matches. It’s one step up from a scent match. I found multiple trustworthy websites and even ordered a book about them; although, it won’t be delivered for several days. The bottom line is, thereisan explanation for why you feel so drawn to me.” Trigg crosses the kitchen while my mind races.
I’ve never heard of soul match scent, but it sounds a lot like the concept of soulmates.
Hartley growls, but Trigg ignores him. He doesn’t stop until he’s directly in front of me.
“Soul matches are happiest when they’re in close proximity to one another. Even better if they’re physically touching.” Triggbrings his hand to my cheek, brushing my hair away from my face. “It’s a soul-deep connection, and that leads me to believe that you can sense the truth in my words when I sayI would never hurt you.” His sincerity radiates in my chest like an indescribable warmth, and I find myself nodding.
“You’re a psychopath, aren’t you? You have to be. Tossing around bullshit, saying whatever you have to say to convince her your lies are true,” Hartley says, breaking the spell between me and Trigg.
“What do I smell like to you?” Trigg asks, quirking an eyebrow behind his black glasses.
“Lightning or the weather right after a bad thunderstorm,” I whisper.
Trigg beams.
I’ve seen teases of smiles that seemed sincere before, and a few that felt like he was smiling because it was what was expected, but this is a true smile. It completely transforms his face as his eyes sparkle.
“And that would be the soul match scent,” Trigg says, wrapping a hand around my lower back and pulling me closer. “You’re quite literally made for me.”
My chest gets tight as he marks my cheeks with his scent, one after the other. It’s almost like I can feel Hartley’s anger radiating in the air.
Why is it so hard for alphas to share? Shouldn’t evolution have taken over and helped to curb their jealous nature?
Being made for Trigg sounds like a dream…except the whole stalking part. Then again, I would have straight-up pulled his name off of his credit card if he had ever paid with one. Once I had it, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from looking into him.
But you wouldn’t go as far as putting cameras in his house. Would you?
“You said you wouldn’t harm me,” I say to Trigg, staring into his dark eyes. “I want that same guarantee for Hartley.”
Trigg’s eyes narrow.
“If you don’t give me your word that you won’t hurt Hart, then I won’t be going anywhere with you.” I shrug, refusing to look away from his piercing stare. “It’s that simple.” The baby rolls around, stretching against something important. I jolt, bringing a hand to run over my lower stomach.
“Are you okay?” Hartley asks.
