Page 35 of Ronen
The omega–Myles–nearly ran into Becca and me, in his haste to exit, blushing and stammering a sorry, as he hurried down the hallway.
Matty’s eyes followed him until he was out of sight, before he blinked and seemed to realize Becca and I were standing in his doorway, watching him.
Grinning, because I had seen that look on my brother’s face once or twice, I observed, “He’s cute.”
Matty scowled, tossing a pen across his desk. “He’s young.”
“And he’s a student,” Becca reminded him.
“And he’s a student,” Matty agreed. “Section five, paragraph three b of the administration handbook explicitly states that any relationship between a student and teacher are grounds for dismissal. The only exception is in the case of fated mates, of course. Don’t worry, I’m just tutoring him in his algebra class. He’s having trouble and Emery sent him to me. Her schedule is full, but she doesn’t want him to fail.”
“Damn, Becca,” I teased, “that’s harsh. It’s not like the students are underage.”
“I don’t need my professors playing grab ass with their students or TA’s,” she told me primly. “Now, I need to get to a meeting with the dean. You boys be good.” She waved a finger at me, “No tattling on me either, Ro.”
“I would never!” I pretended to be offended, as she shut the door behind her.
“Secrets?” Matty questioned, looking mildly amused.
Shrugging, I sank down into one of the two empty seats in front of his desk. “I’ll never tell.”
“Is it the one about Uncle Quinn supplying her with cookies?” he asked, grinning. “Because Rory already knows.”
“Of course she does. And she hasn’t put a stop to it?”
“I talked her out of it. At least for now.”
“You always could calm her down. Becca said I’m not allowed to let her check out any more pregnancy books.”
Matty sat back in his chair, arms behind his neck. “Rory is a bit nervous about the baby. I think she’s more nervous about something happening to Becca, honestly. She overheard storiesof Uncle Quinn’s delivery of her and Patrick and I think it has her scared. Though she won’t admit to it.”
Sounded like Rory. She was an alpha wolf through and through. A lawyer who was tough as the day was long, but Becca was her one soft spot. Rory’s dad, Quinn, had nearly died delivering her twin brother, Patrick, so I could understand where some of her fear was rooted.
“But you didn’t come here to talk about Rory and Becca,” Matty said, putting his hands on his desk and leaning towards me. “What’s up? You sounded serious on the phone.” He gave me a long look. “You look like you’ve had a day.”
“Understatement of my life.” Running a hand through my hair, I looked around his small office. Really, there was barely room for the desk and two chairs. The row of windows behind Matty let in some light, but it was no bigger than a shoebox.
Knowing Matty had really taken this job as a favor to Becca, I took a few seconds to take a good look at my brother. He looked happy, his blue eyes shining, his posture relaxed. He was enjoying teaching, as he had said a few weeks ago.
“I need to know what you know about fated mates.”
Matty leaned back in his chair, “How much time do you have?”
Knowing my brother had spent the last year and a half doing extensive research on the subject, interviewing fated mates couples around the world, going over old and new documents he could find on the subject, in many different cultures and languages, I amended my request.
“Maybe just hit the key points.”
Matty narrowed his eyes at me, “What’s the sudden interest? Did you meet your fated mateor something?”
“Or something,” I muttered, gripping the arms of the hard chair.
“Oh shit,” Matty exclaimed, “Ronen,didyou meet your fated mate?”
When I looked up at him, he was leaning forward in his chair, on the edge of his seat.
Rolling my eyes, I sighed, “Yes, okay. I met my fated mate today. Now how do I get out of this?CanI get out of this? What am I working with here?”
“Who is it?”
