“Right! I forgot about that. Duh! Well, I’ll see you next week then. Call me if you need anything.”
Her offer makes me smile. “Thanks. See you next week.”
I doubt I’ll find a reason to call her, but it feels good to have made a friend.
She goes up the stairs, and I walk along the corridor to my suite.
Everything’s still so new to me here, but I’m already looking forward to getting a good night’s rest in the big, comfy bed. This place is starting to feel like home.
It’s a little scary to admit, but it feels right.
I like it here. Who wouldn’t?
The suite is basically a luxury apartment.
Food is provided. There are doctors on site.
The job is good, no one yells at me for my mistakes.
And now, as the cherry on top, I’ve made a friend.
If I’m honest, it still feels too good to be true, but if that’s my only real complaint, I think I can live with it.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Jay
It’s finally Friday, and I should have known that would mean Harper would want me to bring him straight home after his practice. He already tried to back out of going, saying he wasn’t feeling it today, claiming a headache, and, as a last-ditch attempt, trying to make me believe he’s afraid of the woman in the orchestra who has a serious crush on him.
That last excuse, I could almost believe, but ever since the day he told her he had a girlfriend, she quit showing up to practice.
I knew the real reason.
He wants to be home because he wants to see Falcon the second he gets back tonight.
His anxious brain isn’t thinking straight, clearly, because Falcon and Shayne will only be leaving to head to Cressidan City in the afternoon, and they won’t get back until sometime close to midnight, most likely, so that would leave a whole day for our Omega to mope around, stewing in negative emotions.
It’s not the healthiest thing for him.
The practice would channel those emotions into something more productive, so I talked him into doing everything we usually do, despite the fact that I’d rather be waiting in the house than going through another day of playing chauffer, standing around feeling like a spare part in uncomfortable clothes, counting down the minutes until we can leave.
Getting through the morning was easy.
It did me good to hear Harper play.
And he was happy afterward, enough to let me distract him for a few hours more before we finally headed home around 4 p.m.
I took the scenic route after that, and we stopped at a fast-food restaurant to get dinner and eat at one of their outdoor tables, as far away from the other diners as possible, of course.
We could have eaten in the car, but I was trying to waste time.
Thankfully, it was too early for the dinner rush, so Harper’s perfume didn’t attract much attention. The one guy who stared like he’d never smelt anything like it before was quick to mind his business once I cleared my throat as a reminder that Harper wasn’t alone.
Most Betas aren’t a threat in general, and they don’t try to fight if they feel an Alpha presence.
Harper makes me feel like an Alpha.
He tells me I’m a Delta, a mix of Beta and Alpha.
