#Chapter 74: A Creepy Encounter

"When's the last time you took a day off?" the Alpha asks me as I note his blood pressure down in my chart. I look up at him, surprised. "Well, I don't know," I say. "Never, I guess. But I've only been working here a few months, Emmett. In most jobs, that's not enough time to even build up vacation days, much less have had time to take them." "Well, this isn't most other jobs," the Alpha points out, rolling down his shirt sleeve. "For many reasons, not least of which is that you've already saved my life about half a dozen times by now." I laugh, though the sound is tinged with the slightest note of desperation. The Alpha chuckles along with me, but I can tell that it's a bittersweet humor for him, too. Things are safe in the mansion, at least for now, but we both know that that could change at any moment. "That's a fair point," I acknowledge. I set aside the blood pressure cuff and take up my stethoscope in its place, gesturing for the Alpha to lean forward so that I can li