Page 60 of Omega's Forbidden Heat
“Okay.”
She makes him stop at the end of the lane and she hobbles down to his house and rings the bell. This is the fourth time she’s waited on his doorstep, but now it’s properly winter, the sky a faint cold grey and the ground frozen crisp beneath her feet. She pulls her coat more tightly around her and buries her chin in her scarf. From the corner of her eye she can see the ‘For Sale’ sign in the front drive, something that’s appeared since her trip to the hospital.
Her good leg aches, and she hops a little on the spot, shifting her booted ankle, the cold nipping at the break.
She sees the shape of him through the mottled glass of the door and his scent creeps through the gap in the frame and then the door draws open.
His face lights up with a smile just for her, his sky-blue eyes warming the air around him, and the anxiety that had been brewing in her chest melts away.
“I wasn’t expecting you.” Then he takes her in. “Did you walk?”
“No, Finn dropped me off at the end of the lane.”
“You’re meant to be resting your foot.”
“I needed some air.”
“Come in,” he says, and she hobbles through to the lounge, collapsing into an armchair.
“You look all cute and helpless with that thing on your foot.”
She pouts. “What’s with the Sale sign?”
The tease on his lips morphs to a frown.
“I’ve found somewhere in Guildford.”
“Guildford?” It’s not too far away, but it isn’t Losworth.
“Yes, I’ve got a job there.”
She frowns. “You’re moving away.”
He hesitates. “The prison offered me a job teaching. They’ll put me through the training, pay for it, I’ll be learning on the job. I know it isn’t much of a job; one that’s going to earn me lots of money or —”
She smiles at him. “It sounds right for you.”
“It does? You think I’ll make a good teacher?”
She tilts her head to one side to examine him. He looks almost nervous. He’s always been so dominant, assertive, aggressive when they’ve been together, but underneath she’s always scared him a little, she can tell. “They think so. They must have seen something in you.”
“Yes, I used to help some of the other guys in there — with their studying. I enjoyed it actually. They offered it a while back,” but I wasn’t sure I could ever go back.”
“And now?”
“I think I can. I think I want to help others.” He brushes the hair away from his face. “And I’m hoping you can stay over, on the days you’ve got university in the city.”
“I’d like that.” He comes towards her. “My mum and dad are home.”
He halts and peers down at her. “Right. Have they—”
“I haven’t spoken to them yet. I came straight here.”
“You don’t want to face them alone.”
“No, it’s not that. Come with me.”
“To your house?”
