Oh, boy. With the way they were salivating, Chelsea had no chance of leaving here alone. She bet as the night progressed, she might even spot a fang or two from those two.
Trax introduced her to the next two men. During the last three weeks, she’d met a lot of his Pack, and it was hard to keep their names straight. Trax had even taken her to the werewolf prison and shown her all the security features. It made her feel like she really belonged.
He’d asked if she needed to speak with Couch to find the closure she’d once wanted, but she never wanted to set eyes on that bastard again. She’d asked if she could go to headquarters, but both men felt it would be safer if she didn’t know much about it. They didn’t have to explain why.
Chelsea came up to her and grabbed her arm. “Oh my gawd.”
“What?”
“Those men.”
She had to think which men she was referring to. “You mean those hunks, Kurt and Drake, or have you set your sights on Dirk and Clay?” With Chelsea, she couldn’t be sure what type of man she found attractive.
“Kurt and Drake. There’s something so manly about them.” Chelsea leaned in closer. “I bet they like to tie up their women.”
Liz laughed. “I have absolutely no knowledge about that aspect of their lives, but they are heroes.”
Chelsea giggled, something she never did. “Guess what?”
“What?”
“They both asked me out.”
“That’s fantastic.”
“Oh. Before I forget, our boss commented about you still being on sick leave.” Chelsea stood back and ran a gaze up and down her. “You look great to me.”
She teetered her hand back and forth then tapped her forehead. “I’ll start back up after the first of the year. The men have been keeping me kind of busy.” She held out her hand to show Chelsea the massive diamond ring the men had given her last night.
Her face heated as she remembered the wonderful time they’d had in the playroom.
“Oh, Liz.” Chelsea gave her a hug. “That’s fabulous.” Her face sobered. “What about children?”
“All three of us want a ton.”
“No, I mean, won’t they be, you know?
“Werewolves? You can say the word here. Everyone, but you actually, is completely aware of what this shifter stuff is all about.”
“Fine, but what about the kids?”
“If I have a girl, she’ll be just like us. Women have no powers and don’t shift.”
“Well, that sucks. I want to live in a world where women have the upper hand.”
Liz smiled. “So you’d like to be transported to the world of Zena and the warrior women?”
“Maybe.”
A cell phone rang, and when Trax extracted the phone from his pocket and looked at the screen, her stomach flipped. He turned his back to the crowd and his shoulders pressed forward. He whispered into the phone and then disconnected and turned around.
“Excuse me, all.” His jaw twitched. Oh, God, this wasn’t good. He couldn’t even glance her way.
“Is it about Elena Sanchez?” she asked.
He turned toward her and shook his head. The Pack had their best men looking for Couch’s secretary, but so far there hadn’t been any word on her whereabouts. She edged closer to Trax. Her mind reeled wondering what the call had been about.
The crowd wasn’t quieting.
He rapped the saltshaker on the granite counter. “May I have everyone’s attention?”
Her heart tripped.
It took a few seconds for the room to quiet. She hoped he and the rest of the men didn’t have to leave the party and go on a hunt for some stupid Colter.
Dante made his way through the living room. “Bro, what is it?”
“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but Harvey Couch has escaped from jail.”
It only took two seconds for Liz’s world to turn black.