Page 127 of Dream Mates
“It’s okay.” His voice went soft again. “Hazards of having a sister like Verity. Though her specialty is plant genetics not people. She works with omega lilies mostly.”
“That sounds fun. She’s probably trying to figure out the probability of us being related?” I could see her making whatever Punnett squares were called here, trying to figure it out.
“Her first question was when you were born, wondering if you were a missing sister or something.” He smiled.
I laughed. “Pretty sure we’re not twins.”
Though this was weird and a little uncomfortable. Was this a mistake?
“Grace, there you are. Youarecoming to Narif’s presentation, aren’t you?” Margie hustled over to me, shooting me a scolding look.
“Is it that time already?” I checked my phone. Shit. It was.
“Go on, I don’t want you to get in trouble,” Creed said.
“I’ll see you later. This was fun. Come to pizza.” I stood and followed Margie, who was now joined by Tish.
Margie eyed me but didn’t say anything. Inside the presentation hall, I found Spencer and sat next to him.
“How is everything going?” Spencer asked me after Narif’s presentation. We left the ballroom and found a quiet corner and I took a moment to nestle into his arms.
“It’s been interesting. I met an engineering student who applied to one of our programs and is waiting to hear back.” I showed Spencer a picture.
He sucked in a breath. “The resemblance is uncanny.”
“Yeah. This dimension’s me is an alpha dude. Who would have thought? At least this dimension’s version of my mom’s not part of his family, I couldn’t handle that.” For a moment I leaned into him, letting his scent wrap around me.
Spencer held me tightly, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“I know that’s not true. I’m freaking myself out over nothing, like am I creating an incursion or something by talking to him? But Creed is also really nice,” I added.
“Creed?”
“Creed Thorne. Apparently that professor, the one that people keep asking me if he’s my dad, ishisdad. What are you doing next?” I asked.
“Another business meeting. One I need to run to. Would you like to come? It won’t be interesting for you, but I’ve missed you.” He gave me a kiss.
“I’ve missed you, too. But I’m taking a bunch of students out for pizza. I met them last night at the Daedalus Society mixer. You can join us after the meeting, I’m sure they’d love to meet you,” I told him.
“You’re leaving the hotel?” He gave me a look. “Take a car, make sure you text me the address. Be safe.”
“I will.” I kissed him. He left and I texted Wes to see how his day was and emailed the fellowship coordinator about Creed.
I ducked into another presentation, then made my way out into the lobby.
“Found a place,” Inara told me. “Can we invite others? I have some friends who weren't here today or last night.”
She was with Creed and a couple of the people from last night.
“Go for it. I just need to know where we’re going,” I replied. “Let’s go have some pizza.”
We’d taken over the entire back patio, which despite the sticky heat, was filled with college and graduate students eating pizza and wings and drinking beer, while talking science.
One of the omegas I’d met yesterday, Russ, came in, waving at us, a young woman with blue hair, an undercut, and a sleeve of tattoos in tow.
“Russ, when you said we were going for pizza you didn’t say it was with the science nerd.” She rolled her eyes, but waved. “Hey, Ina.”
“Hey, Enid.” Inara grinned. “It’sfreepizza and beer.”
