“Also, they’re a little upset with me that I won’t quit my job and move home to help out,” he added with a heavy sigh.
And blamed me for that, I was sure. It would probably all fall to Verity.
“If I hear anything else, I’ll let you know,” he promised.
“Thanks.” We exited the elevator into the lobby.
Creed waved as he left to go catch the bus. Wes and I took the parking garage elevator down to his truck.
“I’ll be right there, so if anything goes sideways, we can just leave,” Wes assured as we drove to the restaurant.
“Thanks, Wes.” I squeezed his thigh. Mrs. K had come through with trying to find me a therapist. It would be online, but better than nothing. However, before he agreed to anything, he wanted to meet me in person first and took the ultra-bullet down from Canada to do so.
Understandable. He probably wanted to make sure I was trustworthy–and to see if it would even work. Just because he was a therapist who knew other worlds existed didn’t mean he’d be right for me.
“If Tru isn’t able to visit, we’ll figure it out,” Wes said. “Is Mercy still coming?”
“She is.” And was really excited about it. Mercy was hoping that the skate smash camp could eventually lead to the opportunity to try out for the Rockland Raiders discovery league. Apparently, the league's discovery programs helped promising skate smashers to prepare to go pro.
I glanced at my phone and all my unanswered texts to the professor. With a sigh, I texted Verity, who was busy with summer research and child-wrangling.
Me
Is Tru still coming?
Also, I hadn’t heard from the Authority. No news was good news, but I was curious about what happened to everyone. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to testify.
It was still hard to believe that Rosalind hated me that much.
This was why I needed a therapist.
“Oh, Mrs. Beekman checked and our documentation for adding me to the pack has been formally accepted.” I glanced at a text she’d sent me earlier today.
Yesterday, I met with her at the Center after my post-heat checkup. Apparently, everything looked good. I was still a gamma and would probably stay one. Which was also fine. I had an appointment with a specialist coming up to take a closer look at my seizures. It would be nice to know if they were temporary because of my world-traveling or if they were a permanent effect of everything that I’d endured.
My phone buzzed. But it wasn’t the professor or Verity.
Brennan
I keep thinking of how I had you for lunch today.
Ducking my head, my cheeks burned. Brennan had been stealing me most nights. Which I didn’t mind. Sometimes Jett or Evan–or both of them–joined in.
And today… today Brennan came to my work at lunch and fucked me on my desk in my office and then fed me onion rings.
Amazing.
Wes glanced over at me. “Evan?”
“Bren.” I smiled. I texted him back.
Me
I’d like to make that a regular lunch date.
We pulled into the restaurant. Spencer had arranged everything–a place with a small, private dining room where thetwo of us could talk but had glass windows so our alphas could see us.
“He’s already here,” the hostess said. “I’ll take you back.”
