<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I know it isn't easy to think about moving -- I get that.  And I'm not asking you to stop working if you want to keep at it... although I could probably find a way to swing a couple weeks pay, if you wanted to not work."  Val shrugged one shoulder.  "If you want a safehouse, there's a couple in the meatpacking district.  Nothing fancy, but you'd be away from here.  If you came home with me, I live in the artist's quarter."  Another flush.  "It's not exactly the neighborhood you'd expect to find a cop... hell, or an alpha... but the omega that owns my building was friends with my pops... she gives me a break on the rent for keeping the omegas in the building safe.  That's why I suggested it -- coming with me, I mean.  I live in an omega building, I'm the only alpha there.  Nobody would think anything of me bringing an omega home.  And Ty -- the omega that runs it -- he'd look after you while I'm at work.  I think you'd be safer there, but it's up to you."<br/>
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He rubbed at the back of his neck.  "As for the statement... I'd like to take it over a meal, mostly because I'm hungry as hell, and in my experience damned near anything is easier of a burger and fries.  Then -- if you consent -- there's a doctor I trust, an omega specialist, that could do your medical exam.  She's a good sort.  Her alpha works in the same practice, but he's so mild you'd hardly even know him for an alpha."</span></span>