“Can’t argue with that. Bet you know I’m already ready to turn this car around and go home.”
“I do.”
“And I bet you know thatallof my willpower is keeping me over here right now.”
Nodding, I reach out and take her hand. “Yes, I do.”
We make the rest of the drive in a comfortable silence.
I turn into the underground parking structure. “Soon we’ll be around other people and you won’t have to worry about how far away from me you are.”
“I won’t?”
“I’m not going to let you out of my sight. I’m not even going to let go of you unless it’s absolutely necessary.”
“Okay.” Contentment washes across the bond… “We don’t have to go homejustyet.”
When we get out of the car, she holds her hand out to me and I take it, but it’s not enough. After a small twist and twirl I’ve picked her up and carry her through the rows of parked cars.
“People are going to think I can’t walk.” She kisses my cheek. “Is that what you want?”
“I want to hold you. I don’t care what they think.”
But as we pass a Sian trio heading for their cars, I hear one of them make a joke about newly bonded men.
Even if they would recoil from me without her, there are some things that are universal. Newly bonded pairs being inseparable is one of them.
When we get to the office, I set her down and let her check in, but she’s back in my arms when we sit. And she doesn’t make me put her down when she’s called back and I stand to go with her.
She does look at me sideways, and after the nurse puts us into a room, she says, “Shock didn’t come in with me.”
“They wouldn’t have let him. You weren’t bonded to us yet.”
“So the men waiting for their mates outside?”
“Chose not to come in, or she asked them to wait outside.”
“Ah.” Chuckling, she says, “Then I’m glad only one of you came. It would be very cramped in here… and I would not have been able to choose between you for who could come and who had to stay.”
“We would have figured it out.”
There’s a knock at the door and the doctor she saw last time pops her head in.
“Hello again, I’m glad to see your bruises are gone and you don’t look like you’re any worse for wear.”
Doctor Moore doesn’t know how Chrys got here. I don’t know where she thinks the bruises are from, but she’s not wary of me in the slightest, so…
“I’m glad they are too,” Chrys touches her cheek where one of them used to be. “But I actually don’t know why I’m here.”
The request was sudden and uncommon. We’d been sent the notification of the appointment, but none of us had set it.
“Oh. That’s so strange, a medication review was sent through. I thought you did that.”
I feel Chrys’ suspicion and concern a second before her polite smile vanishes.
“No.” Chrys looks at me and then back to the doctor. “What kind of review?”
“We’d like to change your meds.”
