Chapter 158: I will take the risk
Dr. Dixon didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look up from her datapad. "Also not medically relevant," she said flatly. "But I’ll put it in the notes under emotional progress."
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Trevor, for his part, finally lost the battle with his composure. He laughed, loudly, openly, the sound warm and far too pleased with itself.
Lucas gave him a slow, withering look over the rim of his mug. "Glad my impending hormonal collapse is so entertaining to you."
"It’s not," Trevor said, still grinning. "But watching you try to flirt while actively threatening violence is... impressive."
"That wasn’t flirting."
Trevor tilted his head. "Then what would flirting look like?"
Lucas didn’t answer. Mostly because the only thing his brain could come up with was something profoundly illegal in front of witnesses.
Dr. Dixon, packing up with the bored efficiency of someone who had absolutely seen it all, sighed. "Please don’t start mating displays while I’m still in the room. I charge extra for trauma."
Lucas groaned and dropped his head against the back of the armchair. "Why is everyone in this estate awful?"
"Because you’re the most dramatic patient I’ve had all month," Dr. Dixon replied breezily. "And I’ve treated three minor royals and a general who refused to admit he was in heat until he passed out in the conservatory."
"That’s—"
"Exactly where you’re headed if you keep denying the symptoms. Your hormones are climbing fast, your skin’s reactive, and unless you want your mate peeling you off the parquet floor with a wet cloth, bed rest starts now."