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“How are the cravings for myst?”
Aware of Jacee’s gaze, Micah thought about that. Honesty was best. “The cravings are still there, but I think I ca
n handle them. I don’t want any more drugs in my body.”
“I think that’s for the best. We’ll continue our counseling as your memories return, and I believe you’ll do well with just that now.”
“Works for me.”
“All right. Go, take it easy for a few days. You’re off work for two more weeks, so no demon fights until then.” Mac winked, and looked at Jacee. “Take care of him.”
“I plan on it, if he’ll let me.”
“Do I look like a fool?” Micah asked.
Mac signed his release papers and left. Jacee handed him a pile of folded clothes, which he accepted gratefully. It would be nice to get out of the breezy hospital gown and into his jeans and T-shirt. He dressed efficiently, amazed at the energy coursing through him. If that was from a few pints of his mate’s blood, being bonded to her was really going to make him feel like a new man. And wolf.
On their way out, he grabbed Jacee’s duffel and draped the strap over one shoulder. In the hallway by the nurses’ station, he shook Noah’s hand and thanked him. Then he put his arm around Jacee and enjoyed the way she fit against him as they made their way to the main building.
“I’ll show you to my quarters. You can hang there if you want while I go talk to Nick.”
“I’d rather go with you, if it’s all the same,” she said. “Where we’re going to stay affects me, too.”
Immediately he could’ve kicked himself. “Of course, you’re right. I didn’t mean to leave you out of any decisions, I just thought . . .” There wasn’t any way to finish that sentence that wouldn’t land him in hot water, so he didn’t. “Anyway, let’s see if he’s in his office.”
The compound was busy when they arrived. Many well-wishers stopped to talk and see how Micah was doing, so getting to Nick’s office took longer than they’d expected. When they finally got there, Micah knocked.
“Come in.” Nick looked up and greeted them warmly. “Well, it’s good to see you two out of that place. Have a seat and tell me what I can do for you.”
“You don’t know already?” Micah asked.
Nick rolled his eyes, taking the ribbing in stride, and looked at Jacee. “See what I put up with? They love to play ‘mock the Seer,’ as if I haven’t heard those jokes a million times.”
Jacee giggled. Then she said, “We’re here to talk to you about Micah staying with me, at my house in town. At least while we get bonded and figure out what we want to do.”
“I see.” Folding his arms in front of him on the desk, Nick considered that and studied Micah. “As far as work goes, that’s fine because Mac has you on leave. The issue of whoever is after you is another matter.”
“I know. I’ve thought of that.” Micah ran a hand down his face. “What if we get Kalen to ward her house?”
“That works only as long as you’re inside it. What about when you’re driving back and forth or out running in wolf form?”
“Nick, I do those things anyway. He’s going to make a move sooner or later, and if I’m guarded like Fort Knox, it’s only going to put off the inevitable.”
“True.” The commander fell silent for a few moments, then nodded. “Okay. You have my permission to live off-base for the next two weeks. But I don’t like that Jacee’s house is so far outside our perimeter. And yes, even twenty minutes is too far in our line of work. I’m going to have to come up with an alternate solution if you two insist on your own place.”
“Fair enough,” Micah said, his enthusiasm bubbling forth. “Thanks, boss.”
“Don’t make me regret this.”
Pulling Jacee out of the office, Micah waited until they were down the hall before he pushed her against the wall and kissed her senseless. “I feel like a teenager again,” he breathed. “We’re almost out of here.”
“Let’s go get some of your stuff.” Excitement shone in her face.
Holding her hand, he led her to his quarters and punched his access code, letting them inside. He had never been more aware of how sad and stark his space was than at that moment, with his mate at his side and newfound happiness welling in his chest.
“This is . . . tidy.”
“It’s worse than my hospital room,” he admitted. “It could use a woman’s touch. Or anyone’s touch but mine, since I have the decorating will and know-how of a brick.”
