Page 7 of With A Little Luck
It’s so hard because some days I think I’ve come to terms with the fact I’ll probably never be able to find him. Other times, I get some delusional hope that I’ll walk into work and find him eating a breakfast special.
The bar we met at wouldn’t hire me, but I found a cozy little restaurant and bar about ten minutes away that hired me on the spot. It’s just close enough to where we met that I’ve convinced myself there is a chance we’ll run into each other. With every passing day, that hope dwindles a little, and it kills me.
“Here, just take the information for The Omega Exchange,” Dr. Lindsay says, dropping a pamphlet in my lap. “I’m going to make a few calls and see if I can get samples of the APT. No guarantees, but we’ll never know if we don’t try.”
“Thank you.” I pick up the brochure and study the front cover.
“I want to see you back in a week if you’re not feeling better, but you might hear from our office before then if I have any luck with APT.” Dr. Lindsay stands and smiles. “Remember, Quincy. You and the baby are priority number one. I have to believe her father would agree if he had a say.”
I almost snort.
That’s a reach.
Not that I know Ridge well enough to guess how he would react or what he would recommend, but he seemed protective, and alphas are territorial. I highly doubt he would like the idea of me spending time with other alphas while I’m pregnant with his baby.
Chapter Two
Quincy
There’s every chance that I owe my boss an apology. When I begged Hartley to hire me, I purposely avoided mentioning I was pregnant. It might be sneaky, but I’ve realized over the last few months that he would have hired me even if he had known.
Hartley is just a good guy.
Drop-dead gorgeous.
But a really stand-up kind of human being.
He’s gone out of his way to accommodate my doctor’s appointments, and he stopped scheduling me for closing shifts when he realized how exhausted I am by eight p.m.
Hart leans over the front counter in the restaurant as I make my way out to the floor from the break room.
“How’s the nugget?” His face breaks into a wide smile, and he nods to my stomach. That look on his face would normally be a solid distraction, but my head is still a mess from my doctor’s appointment.
I roll my lips together as my shoulders bounce.
“Everything is okay…” His brow furrows, and his head tilts. “Right? Otherwise, why the hell would you be here?”
I almost snort.
If it was something serious, I wouldn’t be, but this is technically still my shift. I left for an hour because it was the only time Dr. Lindsay could see me, and I’m back because I still have two hours left until I can clock out.
If he means in the grand scheme of things… I’m here because living requires income.
Gran left me her house when she passed away.
At first, I was shocked.
I was under the impression it would go to my mom or her brother, but neither of them showed up to care for her in her most vulnerable time, which she pointed out in the letter she left me in her will. She did leave them some money, and a bit was left to me, but it barely covered the insurance and taxes for this year.
We were able to skip probate since she placed everything in a trust, but the executor was very honest with me about what to expect in household expenses.
Before I realized I was pregnant, I planned to go back to work full time to stock up cash for the taxes and insurance for next year. As it turns out, living expenses, the utilities, my doctor visits, and preparing for the baby take every penny I make.
I haven’t been able to save anything, and it’s another huge worry.
I’ll be able to keep the house for now, but I don’t see any way I’ll be able to afford the taxes and insurance next year. It’s a big part of the reason I’ve been looking for a roommate.
Or two.
