Page 94 of With A Little Luck
“How’s the nugget?” Hartley asks, taking a bite of the burger he found in the first box he opened.
“She’s good.” Quincy smiles, running a hand over her stomach. “Did you two get everything done? You’ve been in the nursery all day.”
Something brushes against the leg of my sweatpants, and I frown, darting a look at the floor.
It’s the mutt.
He sits back on his haunches, staring up at Ridge, but he’s so fat that he appears to be using my foot and leg to keep him upright. The strong urge to nudge him away washes through my system, but I resist.
Even if I was gentle, I’m sure Ridge would take offense to it. I’d like to get along so I can get through this meal and take Quincy up to my bed.
“Not done yet.” Ridge breaks off a piece of his burger and disgustingly feeds it to the drooling creature with his bare hands before picking up a fry and eating with the same fingers. “We should be able to wrap it up in another hour or two. Those dressers took like four hours each to assemble, even with two people.”
I look away, bringing a hand to my mouth in an attempt to keep from gagging.
Thatcannotbe sanitary.
I make a mental note toneverallow Ridge to feed Quincy unless I’ve watched him wash his hands.
“I can’t wait to see it,” the little omega says, patting my thigh. I swivel my head to see what she needs, and she smiles. “I’d like a fry with ketchup, please.”
It soothes some territorial piece of me to see that she’s just as open with our relationship in front of Ridge and Hartley as she is when we’re alone. She grins and leans forward, eating directly from my hand.
“What time is your doctor’s appointment tomorrow?” Ridge asks.
She pulls her hand to her mouth and chews before taking another drink of her soda. “Nine-thirty, but I need to run by my house and grab something to wear. I didn’t pack to be here long term.”
I stretch around her, grabbing the bottle to check for the milligrams of caffeine. Once I have the number, I return her soda and pull my phone from my pocket.
Apparently, it’s safe for pregnant women to have about two-hundred milligrams. She could have four of those small bottles, according to a bit of mental math, but I’ve never seen her finish an entire soda…
Meaning, I should let this hyperfixation die without ever being voiced.
“Are you coming with us?” Quincy asks, bumping her shoulder against mine.
Ahh, to the doctor’s? Like she could keep me away.
“Yes,” I agree, picking up the sandwich and offering her another bite.
“We should leave a little after eight to give us plenty of time for you to swing by and change.” Ridge nods to Quincy and looks at Hartley. “How about you?”
“I’ve got something I can wear tomorrow, but I need to run by my brother’s house soon to get the rest of my shit.” Hartley wipes his mouth with his napkin. “We won’t need to do that until after the doctor, but I would like to pick up my SUV from Quincy’s at some point.”
Hartley and Ridge go on to discuss the plans for tomorrow, but I’m too focused on the grunting dog leaning against my foot.
I thought King and I had an understanding…
Apparently not.
I’m going to have itchy, watery eyes tomorrow. I can feel it. If I have that weird dry cough…
Quincy leans over and grabs the sandwich. This time, she offers it to me. “You’ve barely eaten. This wholefeeding each otherthing has to go both ways.”
My lips tip up, and I placate her by taking a bite. She grins, making my heart thump erratically.
Hmm, perhaps I should plan a grocery delivery trip.
I’ve been eating rather unhealthily since coming to Vermont.
