She smiles. “It’s supposed to be an Omega suite, but we have a lot more rooms than we need, and I realized we should be using them for staff.”
That makes more sense, but still …
“I get to live here?” I ask, not quite believing it.
It’s such a big space. It’s almost … Well, it’s kind of what I imagined having my own house would be like, only fancier. To be offered this place to stay as an upgrade to my hospital room is nothing short of mind-blowing.
“This suite is all yours. I know everything probably feels a bit weird right now,” Lana says. “But I’m here anytime you have questions. I’ll help in whatever way I can. All you need to do is call or knock on my office door. And you can speak to me or Erika on reception if you want to see Dr. Clarke or one of the nurses for anything.”
A lump starts to rise in my throat.
Lana has been so kind to me.
Everyone I’ve met here has been the same.
Dr. Clarke, my nurses, the security guards.
If my world had to be turned upside down for me to learn the truth about my life, I couldn’t have landed at a better place to start from scratch.
“This is incredible,” I admit, swallowing the lump and holding back my tears. “Thank you. So much. You’ve already done more than enough for me. I don’t know how I can ever repay this kindness.”
She shakes her head slowly. “You have nothing to repay me for. Do you believe in the fates?”
The unexpected question takes me by surprise.
“The fates?” I echo, as I try to find an answer. “I’m not sure.”
I feel like a liar the moment those uncertain words fall from my lips.
Dr. Morgan’s visit made me feel like I was right where I was meant to be.
He helped me remember my mother. That’s a gift I never would have gotten without him. And I never would have met him if I hadn’t been brought here.
“Well, I do,” she admits, giving me a wry smile. “Meeting my true mates really made it obvious, but I felt it a little before that, when I knew despite my lack of leadership experience that I had to apply for the position here. If I hadn’t this would be a very different place, and I never would have met you. Sometimes, you have to trust the fates. When it feels right, it’s because it is right.”
She brushes her hair back from her throat and my gaze drifts to the marks there.
My cheeks warm thinking about how she got them.
I’m sure not every mark is made during an intimate moment, like every romance movie I’ve ever watched made it seem, but I know if I’m ever lucky enough to meet my mate, or mates, I’ll want to enjoy the moment as much as possible.
“Oh, I have one more thing to show you before I leave!” She motions to me to follow before she turns on her heel and stalks toward the bedroom.
I follow, still clutching my meagre bundle of belongings to my chest.
Once we step into the bedroom, I see there’s a stack of boxes to the left side of the bed.
She goes straight toward them, and peels open the top box on the pile.
“Under the circumstances, I was able to send Owen to your old … place of residence. The lady of the house was happy to let him empty your room.”
“The lady of the house?” I murmur, realizing she must be talking about my boss’s wife.
Mrs. Hamilton was hardly ever around, and whenever she was, she spent her time on the warpath, storming around the property and creating little pockets of chaos with her outrageous demands.
Just thinking about her makes me shudder.
Her outbursts feel based in reality now that I know what her husband was really like.
