"Don''t let your dads see you checking him out like that,” I teased, and her face flushes red.
"I''m not checking him out," she huffs.
"I don''t me you, he''s cute, and seems to be interested in you," I shrug.
"Eww, Mum, you''re old, you can''t say boys my age are cute" she scoffs.
"Hey, less of the old, I''m only 35, plus, I didn''t mean it like that. He''s a good- looking boy," I defend.
"Well, he''s human, and I''m not interested in anyone apart from my bonds anyway," she says, but her eyes wander to the boy again.
"Mmhm, I think you forget I was your age once," Iugh before leaning back in my floating ring and closing my eyes to rx.
A sudden ssh beside me has me opening my eyes quickly again, and I look just in time to see Harper emerge from the water, looking flustered.
"What happened?" Iugh as her floating ring floats away.
Harper turns to face me, giving her back to the lifeguard and her expression is serious.
"Mum, he''s a Grey," she whispers and my eyes dart to the teen boy, studying him.
His eyes are blue but otherwise, there''s nothing else to suggest what she is saying is true.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"Because when his eyes met mine, they shed with a blue glow. I''m serious, Mum, I know what I saw," she says, ncing back towards him.
"Okay," I nod, and then I open the mind link with my guys.
"We have a potential Grey here. He looks around 17 or 18, wearing a red and yellow lifeguard uniform with trainee written across the front. He has reddish brown hair and is watching the rxation pool," I tell them.
"On my way," Deacon responds.
"How do you know?" Luke asks.
"Harper said his eyes glowed blue when they made eye contact," I say.
"Oh, I bet they did. Wait for me D, I''ming," Mason grumbles, and I suddenly fear for the boy''s safety.
"Your dads areing to check him out," I reassure Harper.
"Tell them not to scare him," she says quickly, giving me a worried look.
"They won''t."
"Really? Because they look pretty scary to me," she says, pointing behind me.
I turn to look and watch as Deacon and Mason walk with purpose. Deacon''s face
is his serious headmaster one, and Mason''s jaw is set tight, his eyes narrowed, and his dark tattoos make him look even more intimidating. Crap.
"Go easy guys, he''s just a kid," I say into the mind link and Mason''s eyes find
mine. He looks over me and then Harper before his fists clench.
"I know what kids his age think," Mason grunts.
“You''ll embarrass Harper, just be nice, he''s not done anything wrong," I try.
"He looked at our daughter," Mace snaps.
"That''s his job, he''s supposed to watch everyone," I argue
"Don''t be starting any drama without me there to see it. We are trying to round up the kids, but they''re all swimming in different directions," Theoins.
"See, they scared him, he''s running," Harper whines, and sure enough the boy has seen D and Mason approaching and has taken off in the other direction.
He nces back over his shoulder, looking worried before he swipes a card over an electronic lock and darts through a door, pushing it closed behind him.
"Well done," I say sarcastically into the mind link when Deacon tries to follow through the locked door. "Round the kids up, we will find him," Mason says, and I sigh as they look for a way to get to the boy.
Almost a whole week without any Grey drama, I should have known it wouldn''tst.
An hourter all the kids are dry and dressed, and we sit in the poolside café, having a drink whilst we wait for Mason and Deacon to return. Harper seems on edge as she constantly checks our surroundings, chewing on her bottom lip and bouncing her leg.
"He''s gone, none of the staff know where he went. We have a name and address for him though, and I''m going to send a team to check it out," Deacon says, approaching the table.
"What''s his name?" Harper asks.
"Dillon Metcalfe, well spotted, Harper," Deacon smiles at her proudly.