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His eyebrows rose. “You’re not fazed by Grace being from another world?”
“No. I’m intrigued, especially since she can’t remember how she got here. Not to change the subject, but Mrs. Beekman might still come by for an inspection?” I asked.
“My guess would be tomorrow. The integration team will start calling, too,” he added.
“What if she has to leave?” I was a little worried about the prospect, given how close Evan was getting to her.
“All the more reason for Wes and Grace to work through their shit–so no one gets hurt if that happens. Am I selfish for wanting her to stay?” Evan’s brow furrowed.
“No. I think she should stay.” I wasn’t going to stop Grace from getting back to where she came from. But if that’s what she wanted, we needed to discuss what dangers it could bring her–or me.
She might not know the rules. I barely did.
My father hadn’t known the rules. He and Dr. K had paid the price, as had so many others who had needlessly died in the explosion.
I just hoped Evan and Wes’ hearts weren't broken in the process.
Evan’s phone buzzed, and he looked at it and sighed. “See you tonight?”
“See you tonight.” I went down to my suite and changed into something more appropriate for the pizza arcade.
One worry of mine was that someone might come after Grace. She’d alsocome here.Those means may not have been sanctioned. I had so many questions.
However, we needed to be cautious. The reason I knew that Grace had traveled from another dimension was because she had that same smell clinging to her that those men had. The ones who’d come from nowhere and arrested my father and Dr. Katsopolis, then took them away for breaking this world’s interdimensional travel ban.
Right before the men had blown up the supercollider in order to hide what my father and Dr. K had found.
Chapter Twenty-One
Grace
Isat on the hospital bed watching another video from the Omega Center’s library as I struggled to understand the social complexities of this world–and my own emotions. Meeting with someone from theintegration teamvalidated my feelings, but also brought up some of the challenges I might face.
However, he didn’t address the biggest issue–this wasn’t my world and I didn’t belong here.
Wes came back into the room and slid into bed. He pulled me to him, his scent enveloping me, soothing me. My brain still felt like sludge, and I wanted another nap.
“Is everything okay with work? HR’s not putting you on leave because of the investigation, are they?” I still felt bad about him missing work.
“Nope. Just getting you added to all my stuff, like my health insurance. While we set up a record for you, so you’d have the basic coverage everyone has, Spencer generously provides additional private insurance to employees.”
“Oh, I’ve been wondering how this would get paid for. This is a nice hospital,” I replied. “Thank you.”
“You’re my mate, you should be on all these things–and yes, you and Evan can both be on everything. So, I’ve been getting it all done,” he assured.
“Right, another one of Katie’s action items so you don’t go to jail.” I deflated a little. We’d already signed some sort of agreement between us that Katie had sent over.
“Hey, what’s wrong? Something’s been bugging you. What did Mrs. Beekman say?” He stroked my hair, concern etched on his face.
“Nothing.” My shoulders slumped. She had assured me that Ideservedto be with someone who loved and cared for me–and that I loved and cared for in return.
It left me even more confused.
Tomorrow morning, once I was cleared by the hospital, I’d go home with Wes, where he’d take care of me until I recovered and the investigation finished. I wasn’t even hooked up to the big monitors anymore; just a small wrist one, which I’d take home with me.
Then what? What would happen when I remembered? Brennan didn’t want me there, and Jett was doing everything for appearances, since his own career could be in jeopardy.
“Was it the integration team person who said something to you?” Wes prodded, brow furrowing.
