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“That’s good, right? I mean, he would have told you today if there was something to worry about, right?”
“I don’t think so,” I answer honestly. “I think with the cramps, the surgery probably didn’t work.” I told Brandon about the cramps the first few times they happened and he urged me to get seen. I kept putting it off because I didn’t want to hear the doctor tell me I can’t have kids.
Sighing, Brandon squeezes my arm. “That means nothing. We’ll hope for the best until we know something.” He gives me a small smile and pinches Zane’s cheek. “Want to keep Zane tonight? Mason and I don’t have anything planned, but I know this little bugger always makes me feel better.”
“Uh, eff, yes,” I say, trying not to curse around the baby. “No need to pack a bag. I have everything he will need at my apartment. Just bring him over after Mason has had time to kiss him before being separated for one night.” I roll my eyes, but I love how Mason is with Zane. He’s so present in his life—something I want if I ever find my alpha.
“Okay. We’ll be over after you get off work.”
I huff and hand Zane back to Brandon. “I’m off for the rest of the day. I don’t think I have the energy to deal withRometoday.” I sneer his name, but it feels so good leaving my mouth. Gods, why is this infuriating man affecting me this way?
“Still not good?”
“No, it’s awful. He yelled at me yesterday because I didn’t have copies of a file he was looking for. When I pointed out that they were on the corner of his desk, he yelled at me for not labeling them. We had a mini yelling match until one of the other assistants came to ask us if everything was okay. If it weren’t for Mr. Matthews making him promise to keep me on, I think Mr. Stewart would have fired me by now.”
“If you’re having such a hard time, why don’t you just quit?”
I open my mouth, but I don’t have an answer. I could quit. With my years of experience and a letter of recommendation from Mr. Matthews, I could get a job anywhere in Fair Falls or the surrounding areas. What’s keeping me there is something I can’t really explain. And it all boils down to the man that gets under my skin.
With him walking in everyday with his handsome face—his sexy, pouty lips, olive skin, dark brown hair, flashing eyes, large body, and arrogant air—Rome Stewart is everything I shouldn’t want. But want anyway.
Shaking myself, I try again. “It will take too long for me to get a new job and I would still have to give him notice. And ya know … the economy.”
Brandon gives me a look but doesn’t say anything. Our food arrives and we eat and chat, catching up on what we didn’t talk about a few nights ago when we last spoke on the phone. I miss living with Brandon. Sometimes I wish we could go back, but we’re both in good places in our lives right now.
Two hours later, I’m in my apartment with a bouncing baby Zane in my lap while I sing along with the cartoon on TV.
Please, Gods, let me have this.
Chapter 2
Rome
BenjaminHedrixwillbethe death of me. That feisty omega with the wonderful scent drives me absolutely fucking nuts. The more I try to tone down my attitude, the more he gives me. Like right now.
“I’m telling you now, Mr. Stewart,” he says through gritted teeth. “I emailed you the proposal like youtoldme to.” He emphasizes the word “told” since admittedly, I don’taskhim to do anything. “If you don’t have it, it’s not on me.”
“On the contrary,Benjamin. You’re my assistant. If I’m not prepared, it is all on you.” I stand, buttoning my suit jacket. “When I get back from court tonight, it better be in my inbox. Or you’ll be finding yourself another job.”
“Because you’re unprepared? Sounds about right.” Benjamin stomps off before I can retort and that irritates me beyond belief.
And turns me the fuck on.
Gods, I’ve always loved a feisty omega, but ever since my ex, I’ve been steering clear of anyone, feisty or not. He hurt me so badly.
Shaking myself, I grab the files I need and make my way to the city center. There’s a large law bill in progress now to give omegas more autonomy and make it easier to divorce their mates when they experience domestic abuse. Mr. Matthews tried a number of those cases, always winning because he was ferocious and believed in what he was doing. As do I.
I have a personal stake in it.
Which is why Benjamin not having the proposal ready angers me so.
As I mount the courthouse steps, my phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out. An incoming email from Benjamin. A forwarded email. Scowling, I open it and see his snarky, but professional message.
Mr. Stewart,
Per our last conversation, you tasked me to email you this proposal. As you can see, this document is forwarded, demonstrating that I already sent this document to you. If it would make it easier for you, I will double flag all urgent messages so as to not have this issue again. Please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.
V/R
