Raines, Elizabeth - Wanted [Wicked Missions 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Elizabeth Raines

four?”
    “If you hadn’t run away, you wouldn’t be asking me something stupid like that.”
    That statement made no sense. “Why? Because the three of you would’ve already cashed in if I hadn’t escaped? I heard what Hammond and Spencer said to you, that they were thinking about giving me over for the unis. I’m not letting that happen.”
    “You really think they’d give you up?”
    Callie didn’t want to believe it, not in her heart. But she wasn’t willing to tell Izzie just how much she loved Hammond and Spencer. Instead, she shrugged, fighting back the tears stinging her eyes at the thought of her guys never loving her half as much as she loved them.
    Izzie’s laughter rang through the room. “Man, oh man, chickie. Are you in for a helluva surprise!” She took the communicator off her belt and punched some buttons.
    “We were just about to call you.” Spencer’s voice flowed through the tiny speaker. “Did you hear something, Izzie?”
    “You could say that,” Izzie replied, giving Callie a crooked smile.
    “Is Achchim back with you?” he asked.
    The redhead glanced down at the stunned Dracorian, her grin growing. “Um…you could say that, too.”
    “Quit fencing with me. I don’t have a sense of humor today.”
    “Today?” Izzie snorted a laugh. “You’ve never had a sense of humor.”
    “Izzie…” he said with a growl. “We thought we’d found Callie. We finally located her sister’s place, but Achchim must’ve followed her when she left the Ecstasy . He got to her first. We need to come to your ship, ’cause he’ll be heading there with her to give her to Carlos Pontierri.”
    “He won’t give her to Carlos now,” Izzie insisted.
    “Damn it, Izzie.” This time Hammond’s voice buzzed through the air as if he’d grabbed Spencer’s communicator. “What in the fuck are you talking about? We’re worried sick! If Achchim hurts one hair on her head—”
    Izzie was clearly enjoying this, but Callie’s stomach was churning with anticipation as she took in the concern in both men’s voices. “You know,” Izzie said, “for a couple of guys who were only with her a few days, sounds like your feelings run awfully deep. Why do you care what happens to her anyway?”
    “Izzie! So help me God, if you know anything about where Callie is and don’t tell us, I’ll—”
    His tirade was cut short when she said, “I’ll make you a deal, Hammond.”
    “Fine. What?”
    Her green eyes twinkled with devilment. “You be honest with me about how you and Spence feel about Callie, and I’ll tell you what I know about her. Deal?”
    A few seconds ticked by, making Callie fear Izzie had been wrong when she said the guys had deep feelings. Then Hammond bellowed, “Fine! We love her! We both love her! Happy now? God, we’re wasting precious time! Where in the fuck is she?”
    “I’m right here,” Callie replied, her voice a whisper as his words still made her head spin. They loved her! She could hear it in the fear in their voices every bit as much as in Hammond’s words. It wasn’t a romantic declaration of feelings, but she believed his angry words more than any offered with flattery or poetry.
    They really loved her.
    “Callie?” Hammond’s voice had turned hoarse. He cleared his throat a few times, making her believe he’d become emotional about her safety. Her heart soared out of the atmosphere to reach the stars. “Jesus Christ!” he shouted. “You’re really there? But…but where’s Achchim?”
    With an I-told-you-so smile, Izzie handed Callie the communicator. “I’m tying Achchim up. You make arrangements for when and where we meet your guys.”
    Your guys . Damn, but Callie loved the sound of that.

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    Spencer couldn’t get out of the Ecstasy fast enough. Seemed like the ramp was taking forever to lower, so he finally ducked, shoved his way through the half-opened hatch, and jumped to the ground. Hammond was hot on his heels.
    Callie waited on the