Page 56 of Omega in Hiding

I scowl. “Both of them?”

He shrugs. “Perhaps your condition has somehow healed. It’s hard for me to even guess what might have happened because I haven’t seen the results of their tests. Do you think perhaps I could see your medical records from back then?”

I stiffen. I can’t possibly allow that. First of all, I’m now living under another name, and I wouldn’t want to tell Sully that. But even if I did confess everything to him, if I try to seemy medical records from back then, it could trigger some sort of alert. I know how my father and brother work. They’ve probably been waiting years for me to slip up like that.

Sully frowns when I don’t respond to his request. “Is it a problem for me to see your records? I’d be discreet.”

“I’m sure you would be.” I feel embarrassed as I stand and move into the kitchen. I don’t know what to say to him. I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but he can’t go digging into my medical records either.

He follows me into the kitchen. “Do you not trust me?”

I grimace. “It’s not that, Sully.”

“No? I know we haven’t known each other very long. But I’m asking to see your records as a doctor. I’d like to help you understand what’s happening.”

“I know. I believe you.” I meet his gaze. “It isn’t that I don’t trust you, or think you mean me harm. I know your motivation is to help me.”

“Then why do you look so horrified at the idea of me seeing your medical records?”

“It’s not anything to do with you.” I grimace and face him. “You just have to trust me when I say looking at my old medical records can’t happen, Sully. I’m sorry.”

He laughs gruffly. “But that makes no sense. Why not have me look them over?”

Flustered, I snap, “All that really matters is if I’m actually pregnant now or not. I don’t care about the past.”

He winces slightly at my brusque tone. “Okay. I… I guess that’s true.”

“I’m sorry,” I say softly, slumping.

“It’s okay.” Despite his words, he looks hurt.

“No, it’s not. You’re just trying to help me. I… I don’t mean to be rude or off hand with you. Thank you for wanting to help me, Sully. I may not show it, but I’m glad you care about me.” I grimace. “It’s just that I… I can’t look backward. I can’t explain why. Just trust me when I say looking forward is safest for all of us.”

“Safest?” He wrinkles his brow.

“Yes.”

“What does safety have to do with your medical records?”

I groan. “Look, I simply can’t tell you everything, and I can’t even explain why that is. I can promise you I’m not running from the law, or anything like that.”

“Okay.” He bites his bottom lip. “Does this have anything to do with the alpha you’re trying to forget?”

“Not really. I mean, kind of but not directly.” He looks even more confused and I touch his arm. “It’s all connected, but not connected. Please, Sully, just trust me. Let it go.”

He hesitates. “Are you in danger, Connor?”

“I could be. I don’t think I am at the moment, but I could be if… certain people find me.”

“Shit.” He shudders.

I can only imagine what he’s thinking. Maybe if I could explain myself completely he’d be understanding, but I can’t risk it. It’s for his safety too. The less he knows, the better. “If you want to bail on me, I get it.”

He scowls. “Bail on you? You think I’d do that?”

“You don’t owe me anything, Sully.” I lean my elbows on the island, feeling exhausted. I don’t know what to feel or think. I’ve lived my whole life believing I’m barren. I don’t dare hope that isn’t true. If I get my hopes up, it will be torture to have them dashed. But it’s not like if I really am pregnant that will be an easy road. If I’m pregnant, there’s no doubt at all it’s Paolo’s kid. That is a whole other can of worms.

“First of all, I’m not the kind of person who just runs from stuff,” Sully says. “And if you really are pregnant, you’re going to need help. Being a pregnant, single omega is no piece of cake. You’ll need assistance.”

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