Page 6 of OutFoxed

Ula paused. “Other one?”

“Yeah, when I explained the extent of the damage, my uncle said he would call two, and both were very interested.”

“Do they know that there are two of them?”

Harmon paused and sent a text. “I am finding out.”

“Thank you. So, why are you so helpful?”

“My family has a thick protective streak when it comes to omegas. They are protected if they are family and encouraged in every way we can offer. You are the first stray omega I have run into, so I am applying family values to you.” He shrugged. “It was the only thing that sprang to mind when I caught your scent.”

He had finished two containers of food and was on the third.

“How much do you eat?”

He laughed. “I am in a growth spurt. By the time I turn nineteen, I will be at my full height, and after that, I fill out for a few years. By twenty-four, I am in my adult shape and done growing.”

“Geez. I have no idea what I will be doing when I turn twenty-four.”

“When is that? Exactly.”

“Two years. I had the uh... accident when I was eighteen. Friends took me to a strip club, and one of the strippers hit on me, and being a young and drunk idiot, I fell for it. The rest is history.”

“So, you have been like that for four years?”

“Give or take, yeah.”

“I really want to give you a hug. You look like such a sad bunny.”

She glared at him. “Funny.”

“So, you know that’s what you are?”

“Yeah. The Omega Centre worked me over and found that I have a huge startle response. Combined with other things, I am a fucking bunny.”

He chuckled. “You might want to rephrase.”

“Well, that’s off the table for a while or any other horizontal surface.” She finished her sandwich and casually waved her hand in the air.

They packed up, and the other counsellors were ready to hand the kids off for the afternoon. It was time to break out the glitter... again.

After the room was cleaned up and the kids were back with their parents, Ula walked Harmon to the door. A black SUV was waiting behind his car. She groaned and looked at him. “Is that for me?”

He checked his phone. “Yeah. He is. He’ll wait.”

“Oh. Lovely.” She gathered her wits and looked at him. “See you tomorrow?”

He nodded. “Don’t forget to say no, bunny.”

“Don’t call me bunny.”

He grinned. “Have a good night.”

“Knock it off, puppy.” She shoved him out the door and closed it behind him.

After doing her final check in the classroom, she grabbed her purse, turned off the lights, and exited the building, making sure the doors were locked.

She slowly walked to the SUV, and another red-haired man came out, his skin a golden brown, dark red hair tied in a tail, and shiny sunglasses. Ula’s taste ran to sunglasses with cartoon characters on them.

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