Rescuing Their Virgin Mate[Pack Wars-Book 3] by Vella Day

mood, but then
again, only the three of them had been involved in the human trafficking
tragedy.
    The more she thought about
it, the more the idea appealed to her. Not only would it give her a chance to
get out, but she’d learn who Clay and Dirk hung out
with.
    “It’s just a get together.”
Clay laughed and the tension rolled out of her. “Trax Field, and his brother,
Dante, are our Pack surveillance experts. They’re the
ones who saved the girl who approached you.”
    “What was her name?”
    “Liz Wharton.”
    “Did Couch hurt her, too?”
    They gave her a short version
of what went down. She suspected a lot more had happened but didn’t ask. Right
now, she really didn’t want to learn more about these terrible Colters.
    “When is the party?” She
could use some post-holiday cheer.
    “Tomorrow night. You up for
it?”
    “Sure.” She wouldn’t have the
killer outfit she’d like to wear, but Dirk seemed to like her no matter what
she wore.
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    The next day, Clay agreed to
drive her to the drugstore to pick up some makeup since he didn’t want her
driving herself. He explained how many werewolves had ordinary jobs, and she
wouldn’t know which teller or salesperson was one. So, the
less exposure the better.
    After he told her that, she
might never feel safe in Gulfside again.
    As she put on the finishing
touches to her eye makeup she’d purchased, a knock sounded on her bedroom door.
    “Sugar, you ready?”
    She hadn’t been that long. Apparently,
their idea of a few minutes to get ready didn’t match hers. “Coming.”
    In a way, she was pleased it
didn’t appear they’d ever lived with a woman before. She took one last look in
the mirror. Given someone else purchased her clothes, she looked pretty darn good.
If Clay hadn’t left the boxes in the parking lot, she would have had her heels
to wear. Oh, well. Sneakers with yoga pants went together. Her outfit just
wasn’t as fancy as she’d have liked.
    She pulled open the door.
    Clay whistled. “You look
hot.”
    Her whole body flushed.
“Thanks.”
    “If you’re ready, we can go.”
    Dirk was in the kitchen with
two six-packs of beer, one in each hand. He grinned and her heart sputtered.
She glanced between them and loved how well they got along for being two such
different men.
    The car was parked in the
garage. Since she didn’t have to go outside to leave the house, the men deemed
it safe. They’d assured her the windows were bulletproof, so she needn’t worry
about an attack. Their heavy tint helped, too.
    “Is your life always this
violent?” That might not be the right word, but in the short time she’d been
there, Clay had already fought.
    He was driving and he looked
over at her. “No. The Colters go through spurts of activity. Recently, however,
the violence has picked up. That probably means we’re getting close.”
    She hoped so. “Not that I
don’t appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but do you think I could apply
for a passport? My grandmother is ill, and my parents moved to Costa Rica to be
with her.” They probably didn’t need to know all that information, but she
wanted them to understand the urgency.
    At some point, she’d have to
call home. She usually called at least every other week. Clay told her the
general had called her parents and explained about the abduction and that she
was safe. Elena was sure her mom needed to hear her voice.
    He smiled. “Sure. We’ll take
care of it right away.”
    That was easy. “And I’ll need
a driver’s license, too. I can’t get a passport without ID.” Those bastards had
stolen her purse.
    “I’ll be happy to do what I
can.” Dirk was in the back and kept quiet, but Clay really seemed interested in
helping her.
    Within ten minutes, they
pulled down a back alley. Her body tensed. This place looked almost as bad as
the warehouse district. “Are you sure this is a good area for a party?”
    “Sugar, trust me. The Fields
run a tight ship. There won’t be