Page 44 of The Omega Exchange: Omnibus
Luke points to him and nods. "It's why I had to haul her ass out of the mixer. I've sat in on enough first-time meetings to know what's normal chatter and what's not."
"That's not in her contract," I accuse, and my face feels hot. Yes, I spent a fair amount of time in her file the same as Murphy. "She has an implant."
"Had an implant," Luke says. "She had it removed."
"It would be in the records," I say, and then it dawns on me. "Any gynecologist could remove it."
"Exactly," Luke agrees.
"Christ," Murphy says, shaking his head. "How could so many locations miss something like this?"
"It's not like that. It's essentially the honor system. Yes, we require them to see a preferred provider, but outside of that we're trusting they don't do something like see a second doctor," I say, swiping a hand over my face. "We don't say a word about this to Connor until after the investors leave. He seemed invested in the business just now, but I won't risk something souring his intentions again."
"What investors?" Luke asks, leaning forward and looking between me and Murphy.
We fill him in.
"Are you guys covered legally?" Luke asks. "If an omega other than Everly did this?"
"We're providing a safe location for omegas to meet alphas. We're not a brothel. We can't be held legally responsible for sexually transmitted infections or pregnancy. We do everything in our power to ensure every client follows the protocols, but shit happens," I say with a shrug. "If anyone could be held accountable, it would be Evie. She signed forms stating she had birth control in place."
Luke opens his mouth, but I raise a hand. "We would never," I tell him. "Did you sleep with her?"
Luke smirks. "She slept plastered to my chestall night." He grins like a fool. "She's very cuddly. I loved every second of it."
"That wasn't what I meant and you know it," I say, jabbing a finger at him. Maybe Tom's murdery vibe has rubbed off on me? I suddenly have the urge to break Luke's face.
Normally, I'm the gentleman of the group.
"She slept with her sweet ass plastered to my cock two nights ago. Still doesn't mean I stuck my dick inside her," I say petulantly.
"Did you fuck her?" Murphy growls, glaring daggers at Luke.
"I'm not sure that's any of your business," Luke says. "Hey assholes, I'm trying to be a decent guy here because I really fucking like Evie. You're making it really damn difficult with all your questions. Locker room talk is so ten years ago."
"Yes or no?" Murphy demands.
"Are you asking as my boss, or as someone who's interested in courting her?" Luke spits the question at Murphy.
"Yes!" Murphy growls. He looks so damn frustrated. Those two are about to go at it if I don't de-escalate the situation.
"We're officially going to begin courting," I say, catching Tom's eye. "I'll offer to take her to medical if she'd like to see about options."
"No!" Luke barks.
Murphy and I both stare at him with our jaws hanging open. He's not an alpha, but I'm fairly sure that was a bark. It sent a damn shiver down my spine.
"It's ultimately her choice," I say calmly.
"I know that," Luke hisses. "But she's already worried you're going to ask her to leave. She'll feel pressured like she has to, or…"
I swipe a hand over my face.
Shit.
"You might be right," I murmur. "I'll assure her we're all supportive of whatever she decides."
Luke nods.
