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 any trouble at their place tonight.”
Dirk leaned forward and rubbed her shoulder. “Or ever. It’s tighter than Fort Knox.”
She leaned her head back against the seat. “You mean I don’t have to be on my guard?”
Clay chuckled. “We want you to let loose, baby.”
She couldn’t wait.
Dirk helped her out. The hard part was gaining entrance. The eye scan was cool, but that was only for the owners.
“Tell me their names again besides Liz Wharton and Trax and Dante Field.”
“I’m not positive who all will be here, but I’m betting Kurt Wendlick and his partner Drake Stanton were invited. They both work for the Pack. Their mate is Chelsea Wilson.”
That made two ménage couples attending. She was highly curious how the threesomes would interact. Jealousy between the men seemed the biggest issue. Her mind still couldn’t cope with what it would be like to have two men with her in bed—not that she had any plans of finding out first hand. Liar.
When they arrived, the party seemed to be in full swing. She leaned close to Clay who’d walked her upstairs. “Wow. This place is awesome.” The brick walls, hardwood floors, and granite countertops screamed money.
“Elena.” The woman, Liz, who’d approached her in front of her office rushed over to her. She clasped her hand. “I’m so sorry about what happened. I never should have asked you to leave your job.”
“You offered me money to leave something I hated.” She assumed Liz knew what had happened. “You weren’t responsible for those men taking me. They targeted me and could just as easily have abducted me after work.”
“I still feel guilty.”
She placed a hand on Liz’s arm. “Don’t worry. In the end, it kind of worked out.” Even without spelling out what had happened, her face grew hot. Both Clay and Dirk were speaking with two other men. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure. Anything.”
This was harder than she thought. “It’s kind of personal.”
Liz’s mouth gaped open then quickly shut. “You want to know what it’s like being with two men.”
She hadn’t expected Liz to be so open. “Yes.”
Her new friend guided her over to the sofa. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“I’m fine.”
Liz sat next to her. “I never imagined dating two guys at once, let alone sleeping with one after the other.”
She did understand. “Me, either.” Her mother’s wagging finger appeared in her mind’s eye. “What does your mother think about you being with both men?”
Liz’s cheer dimmed. “She’s not with us anymore.”