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He gently pokes around the incision area. “No excessive swelling or redness.” He lays his fingers flat against my skin. “No heat in the area.”
His hands are steady and careful and warm, and his citrus scent is close enough that my omega does a slow, sleepy roll in my chest. I keep my eyes on the ceiling.
He pulls my gown back into place. “You’re healing well. Just dealing with soreness. It’s probably worse because of the car hitting you.”
“The nurse said it will be weeks before I start to feel like myself again.”
Beck picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “Maybe. I’m convinced you’ll heal faster because you’ll have me there to ensure you get the best treatment.”
I look to where our fingers are now entwined and try not to blush. “So you’ve decided to be my full-time, on-call doctor?”
He smiles, a full one this time, not the cocky one he gave me earlier. “Yep. Had a new badge made and everything. Dr. Beckett Sebastian, Cammie’s Full-time M.D.” He waggles his eyebrows. “The D stands for—"
“We’ll all be there,” Piers interrupts from the other side of the bed. “No one leaves until you feel better and we know you’re safe.”
“Oh no, that won’t be necessary. I mean, you probably all have work.” I tick my chin in Beck’s direction, “Well not this one, but the rest of you.”
Finn is standing next to Leith now near the foot of my bed. “No, we’ll all be there. My research is at the point right now that it’s mostly crunching numbers on the computer. I can do that from home.”
“And protecting you is my job,” Leith growls.
“See?” Piers says, leaning in a little closer. “We’ll all be there until you get better. You tell us what you need and we’ll make it happen.”
“She needs clothes to wear home,” Finn says. “I’ll be back soon with something comfortable for you.” He tugs gently on my toe which is sticking out from under my blanket.
“Something without—”
Finn’s lips curve. “I heard. No waistbands yet.”
I wiggle my toes. “And shoes. I don’t know if my Louboutins came with me.”
“He’ll get you shoes, and I’ll make sure your others are replaced,” Piers says it like buying expensive heels is no problem for him.
“House shoes, for now,” Finn says solemnly. He touches me one more time, then gives Leith a look I can’t quite decode. Leith gives him one right back. I file it away under things to consider when I’m not on pain meds.
I watch Finn go. The others watch me.
Beck is the first to break. “So, Cammie James. What foods do we need to stock in the pantry?”
“Anything I don’t have to cook myself,” I say with pure honesty. I am not a trad-omega who likes to do anything over a stovetop.
“We have a housekeeper who does most of the cooking,” Piers says as if it was a given.
“In that case, I like almost everything. No avocados or bananas. I can’t stand the texture. Other than that, I like it all.”
“She likes donuts,” Leith says. “And sweet coffee drinks.”
“Our girl has a sweet tooth,” Beck says, grinning like he’s uncovered a deep secret.
Piers takes out his phone and starts texting. “I’ll take care of it.” I have a feeling take care of it means someone is about to spend a shit load on cakes.
I look around the room. Piers on his phone. Beck still holding my hand. Leith, standing guard at the end of my bed. Finn is probably in his car by now, off to find me clothes without a waistband.
This thing is happening whether I’m ready or not.
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