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“Technically, Grace is a gamma. I love her,” I confessed.
“You do?” Grace wrapped her arms around me. “Sorry if I’m crashing something important. Riley’s getting restless.”
“Hi.” I gave Grace a squeeze. “This is Headmistress Nikita. Headmistress, this is my mate Grace.”
“Hi.” Grace waved.
“It’s very nice to meet you. I’ll send you what we discussed.” She nodded and left.
“Everything okay?” Grace asked.
“I hope so.” I took her hand. “Should we get Riley and have some ice cream?”
Grace nodded. “Absolutely.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Grace
“How’s your memory?” Dr. Davidson asked me as I sat in a cheerful exam room at the Omega Center clinic, for yet another check-up.
Everything at the Omega Center was cheerful and relaxing, to help put omegas at ease. Something I appreciated.
“Um, I’m remembering more and more.” Anxiety shot through me. In some ways it was better when I didn’t remember myprofessor’s betrayal, or the fear I’d felt when witnesses started dying, or how lonely I’d been back in my world…
She beamed and made a note on her tablet. “Wonderful. Anything new? You started your new job recently?”
“Yes. I like it.” My legs swung. Everyone in Special Projects was pretty nice, and I was adjusting and learning. I liked the fact that I could work two days a week from home. The work days were also a little shorter here, with longer breaks and lunches. They actually wanted you to take them, too. Same with vacations and sick days.
I could get used to that.
“That’s great.” The doctor nodded and made another note. “Don’t be afraid to sign up for a stress-management workshop. They’re very good. A lot of people think omegas can’t handle stressful jobs. They can, they just manage stress differently. Also, with your head injury you might find it helpful. Don’t forget to take breaks when you need them. I know you’re mated, but if you want scent blockers I can prescribe some. Sometimes work is more comfortable that way.”
“I think I’m good?” I didn’t truly smell likeomega, I just smelled interesting–and mated.
“That is fine. Let me know if you change your mind.” She looked at me and frowned. “You’re not wearing your walking cast or wrist splint.”
“I feel fine. Can I just not wear them anymore? They’re annoying.” I shrugged.
She peered at the screen, clicking through a few things, probably looking at the x-rays they’d taken today. “Wow, yes, you can leave them off if you don’t think you need them. You’re healing just fine. Though you’ll want to wear sneakers for a while, and go easy on your wrist. Your alphas are taking such good care of you.”
“Um, yeah.” I wasn’t sure what the correlation was.
Dr. Davidson chuckled. Um, what wasn’t I getting here?
“Can I ride my motorcycle? I need to practice so I can take the test.” I was itching to ride it. Brennan was likeNo, you can’t until the doctor says.Ugh. I was fine when I rode behind him. Why couldn’t I ride mine? Also, I wanted to get my driver’s licence.
“Give it a couple weeks for the motorcycle. But you could try driving a car if you’d like.” She made some notes then clicked through more screens.
“O-kay.” I’d need to get some cute but comfy shoes for the symposium.
“Your hormone levels are looking good. Whatever it is you’re doing, keep doing it.” She grinned at me. “Or should I saywho.”
My cheeks burned. The doctors at the Omega Center always made a whole lot of sex jokes and I wasn’t used to it yet.
She looked back at the screen. “No, really, your omega’s heat finished a couple of weeks ago and your hormone levels are still great. Also, did you finally meet with a nutritionist? I know it seems silly, but good nutrition is really important for your hormones, especially as you age.”
“Evan’s been making me take supplements and drink this special tea. I haven't met with a nutritionist, but Mrs. Beekman gave me a cheat sheet for my phone to help me make better choices in the work cafeteria.” Which was fine. I didn’t have a problem choosing a yogurt with more protein, shrimp instead of chicken, berries instead of melons, or having a salad made with spinach.
