"Well, Abigail Silver, Sia, thank you." He lightly bent to press his lips to mine. "I apologise for my behaviour." I couldn't help but laugh as he bent at the waist, bowing low to the floor in a mock impression of English Aristocracy.
"C'mon, you nutter." I chuckled as I slid my arm around his body again. Pushing through the doors, his chuckle echoed mine, the ease in our relationship returned.
"My Alpha?" A man in round, gold rimmed spectacles popped up from behind a computer screen. His white coat was buttoned up incorrectly, causing the lapels to gape. A stethoscope hung around his neck, gloves looped around the rubber tubing. His converse laces were undone. "Is there something wrong?"
"My mate has cut her hand quite badly, Doc." As if to emphasise his statement, Shane held my hand a
