Page 9 of My Omega's Baby
My face warmed at his mocking tone. “Well, they aren’t good guys.”
He lifted one shoulder. “Thebad guyswould have to know I have a toothache in order to make this work for them.”
“True.” I didn’t care for his superior tone, but I held my tongue for the sake of peace.
“What about your family?”
I squinted. “What about them?”
“Did they shower you with love and that’s why you’re the golden boy you are today?” He sounded snide.
I didn’t really like talking about my family. Even to people I liked. Besides, I hadn’t had an idyllic childhood like he had, and it was embarrassing to admit that.
I cleared my throat and chose my words carefully. “I didn’t see them much once I hit my teens. I went out on my own.”
“Aww. Did Mommy and Daddy not love you?”
My face was hot, and I shot him an angry look. “Actually, no. They didn’t, Wyatt. Thanks for asking. I’m sure you really give a shit.”
His smirk faded, and he looked forward through the windshield. “Sorry. I just assumed you had the perfect life.”
I gave a hard laugh. “Not exactly.”
We rode in silence, and he mostly just stared out the window until we pulled up to his dentist office. I parked with our nose facing toward the road in case we needed to make a quick escape. I got out first and checked the area.
There were two homeless men asleep against a low wall near the office buildings, but they looked like legit bums. They were surrounded by their sleeping bags and carts filled with trash. I didn’t think anyone hunting Wyatt would have had time to pull that together, considering how spontaneous his dentist appointment was.
We entered the dentist office, and I sat near the door while Wyatt checked himself in. I was annoyed with how he’d mocked me earlier, but I tried my best to push it away. It was my job to keep him safe, not obsess about hurt feelings.
His appointment took about two hours. I read the boring magazines and surfed the net on my phone to keep myself occupied. I was used to sitting and waiting on my clients, but today I felt unusually restless. I’d had trouble sleeping last night, and so I felt grumpier than usual. When Wyatt finally came out to the front, his jaw was slightly swollen and he looked like he had something stuffed inside his cheek.
I stood while he paid the lady at the desk, and then I led him outside, keeping my body on the street side. “What was the prognosis?”
“Root canal,” he mumbled.
We got in the car, and I turned to him. “Do we need to get you some antibiotics or pain pills?”
He shook his head and then winced. “No. They gave me some there.” He pulled two pill containers from his pocket.
I frowned. “They did?” That wasn’t something my dentist had ever done. I doubted he stocked that stuff at his clinic.
“Yes.”
“What is he, a drug dealer and a dentist?”
“Don’t worry about it.”
I started the car. “I’m not worried. I just hope what he gave you is actually the right stuff.”
He rested his head against the back of the seat. “I want to go see my mom.”
I turned to him in surprise. “Seriously?”
He shrugged. “We’re right here and I haven’t seen her in a while.”
I had a little trouble understanding him with the cotton in his mouth. “I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”
“It is…” He scowled and pulled the cotton from his mouth. Then he held it as if he didn’t know what to do with it.
