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“Because of me.” My head bowed.
Spencer put a finger under my chin and lifted my head. “None of that, my good doctor. I think it’s time to leave. Shall we?”
“That sounds great.”
Chapter Forty-One
Grace
We said our goodbyes and took the elevator down to the garage. Spencer drove some sort of antique sedan, classy and unique.
“Do you wish to go anywhere else, or are you ready to go home?” He cracked the window.
“As much as I’d like to see how scientists afterparty here, I’m ready to go home… unless you’d like to go someplace,” I added, in case he needed to appear somewhere for business.
He shook his head. “No, not tonight. But if you’re hungry, I’d like to take you someplace. It’s on the way.”
“A snack sounds great, thanks,” I told him, relaxing into the seat as the car filled with his leather scent, soft music playing.
“How are you settling in? You seemed to be having fun.”
“I am. But I’m worried about the temporal police.” The thought that I’d done something wrong and they would haul me off terrified me.
“Don’t. If they show up, there’s nothing we can do. I hope they don’t. I… perhaps I shouldn’t have told you, but I want to be honest with you.” Pain leaked into his voice.
“Thank you. I appreciate it. It’s all just a lot.” Everything was overwhelming, and even though I’d had fun, tonight only cemented that this was not my world.
“I’m here. So are Wes and Evan. Talk to us, because I don’t think we truly understand how everything is different for you. We won't judge you, and I’ll attempt to be more cognizant. You’re doing fine,” he reassured. “Also, gammas are known for being a little unpredictable.”
“Okay. But that all means nothing to me.” I made a face.
“What do you mean?” He sucked in a breath. “Do they not have gammas in your world? Perhaps they’re called something different?”
I shook my head. “We don’t have designations at all. No packs or knots or scents or soulmates either.”
“You live in a world without designations,” he breathed. “That must be an adjustment. I… I don’t know much about other worlds, just that they exist.”
“It’s all the social cues. It’s not knowing the references or expectations. People heargammaand have assumptions. To me, it’s just a letter in the Greek alphabet,” I replied.
“Oh, I see. Culture shock at its finest.”
I nodded. “Exactly. When I’m at home with Wes, it’s fine. But when I go out in public, I’m terrified. Not to mention, I don’t know all the acronyms. If I take the job at your company, I’m going to have to study up.”
His hand was very close to my knee. “Of course, I should have thought of that. I’ll prepare some information. I want you to feel comfortable, especially if you decide to make your home here permanently.”
“I think I will.” I gazed out the window at a train speeding past. Public transportation was so much better here.
“I’m so very glad.”
“Can you explain why no one shakes my hand?” I’d wondered about that.
“Omegas rarely shake hands, because of scent transfer. While you don’t smell exactly like an omega, you do smell like you have a mate, and they’re going to extend that courtesy to you, unless you offer,” he told me.
“I see.” Maybe?
“The sergeant asking you to dance, that could be a little forward, considering you don’t know him well, but I am assuming it was police business?” he added as we drove.
I nodded. “He was at the station I was brought into and wanted to make sure I was okay. What about Antonio?”
