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She had finally resigned herself to her fate. Sure, her life would probably be less complicated if she had turned out to be a beta, but I was absolutely committed to showing her that life as an omega could be incredible. Allie deserved that much.

I walked her out to my SUV, opened the door for her, and buckled her in after she slid into the front seat.

Allie’s bottom lip wobbled. “Could you stay in here while I pack? I don’t think I can handle my mom meeting you.”

“I can wait for you,” I promised.

I had no problem with that. All of the omegas in our care were legal adults so meeting family wasn’t part of the package unless it was a specific request. I knew firsthand how overbearing some parents could be so I didn’t begrudge her one bit that she didn’t want me to meet her mother within these circumstances.

I plugged her address into my phone and followed the instructions, driving more carefully than usual now that I had precious cargo. We pulled up to a mid-century bungalow and Allie flung herself out of the vehicle the moment we came to a stop.

I chuckled to myself. It was hard to tell whether her exuberance was excitement or her trying to rush through things out of embarrassment. Either way, this beautiful omega was going to be an exceptionally fun handful.

I slapped my envelope with the contract onto the kitchen counter and set down the business card next to it.

“You’re back?” Mom looked up from the stove. “How’d it go?”

“I found someone. I’m going over now.” My mind couldn’t handle a conversation about this right now. I was barely holding it together as it was and my mom having any idea of the upcoming situation was not something I could cope with.

“Already?”

“They had to give me a suppressant so I could sign the contract.” I kept my responses short, hoping that she would get the idea, but of course she didn’t.

My mother clucked her tongue. “I told you to go last week.”

“I know. But I went today and now I need to pack. Here’s the contract. Please, keep it safe and, for the love of god, don’t look at it.”

“I’ll put it in with the taxes.” My mother tucked it into an accordion folder. “Do you want something to eat before you go?”

“No thanks.” I was already running towards the stairs.

What do I pack for a week of mostly sex?

I hauled a suitcase out and laid it on the bed. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Sidney:

Bring at least four days of clothes

We can do laundry as needed

Pack any sex toys you have

My face burst into flames as I read the last text.

“Fucking hell.” I danced in place.

Allie:

I don’t have any sex toys

Sidney:

None at all?

Allie:

I’m not leaving anything around for my mom to find

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