Page 60 of Broken Omega

“Uh, what? No! Of course not.”

I sit up straighter, shocked that he even asked and suddenly kind of paranoid about the dress being too tight.

“I didn’t think so, but I had to ask,” he confesses. “It’s a standard question, believe it or not.”

“Right,” I mutter. “So, am I okay?”

He nods. “Seems like it. You’re mostly just a little dehydrated and you need to eat something.”

“Oh,” I mutter, reaching up to touch the scratch on the side of my head. “What about this?”

Now, he seems embarrassed that he missed my actual physical injury.

His cheeks burn red as his gaze moves to the cut.

He goes back to his kit and brings something out that he touches to my head.

It stings a bit. I guess he’s cleaning the wound.

“It’s small enough not to need stitches. You’re not concussed. You’ll be fine.”

He gives me a smile. “You’re all set.”

Damn. He isn’t going to hit on me.

Seriously? Not one flirty comment, Frost?

I feel a little lost as I give him one last nod.

I kind of want to make a move, but that’s probably the false heat talking.

Throwing myself at a guy who isn’t interested would be so cringy.

“Okay. Well, thanks,” I tell him, letting him lead me out of the ambulance.

The second the door swings all the way open, I regret it.

Henry’s standing a few feet away, and it makes my heart sink to know he’s waiting for me. He’d seemed like the right kind of guy to have some harmless fun with when I agreed to meet him out here. He was so cocky and sure of himself. Apparently, seeing me melt under Frost’s charms was enough to turn him clingy and possessive. It’s probably just as well we didn’t get the chance to do anything. I hate to think how much worse that would have made him.

He comes rushing over as we exit the ambulance.

Frost raises an eyebrow at me, but he doesn’t ask.

“He’s not my boyfriend, if that’s what you were thinking,” I murmur to Frost.

He doesn’t respond to that confession, further bruising my ego.

Henry’s right next to me a second later, looking me over as if he’s checking for fresh injuries. He turns his worried gaze on Frost. “Is she okay?”

Frost nods. “She will be. Make sure she gets something to eat, and plenty of water.”

“Shehas a name,” I mutter, crossing my arms under my chest.

I can feel Frost’s gaze on me as I glance up at the building. I ignore the temptation to look back, even when I hear the ambulance doors close.

“We should get going,” Henry says.

Henry attempts to take my arm, and I shrug him off.

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