Free Fighting For Their Mate by Vella Day Page A

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    Ford handed her his phone and brought up the notepad. “Type on this.”
    She typed, “I love Tatum,” and handed it back to him.
    Ford read it silently, and then placed the phone face down on the bed. “Ty, what did she write?”
    He grinned. “I love Tatum.”
    Holy shit. “That was amazing.”
    The smile on Tyson’s face disappeared. Too bad, because it changed his whole appearance. He was already hot, but when he smiled, he was way past amazing.
    Stop it . Christ. She needed to focus on her sister. “How do you plan on freeing Tatum?”
    “We don’t know.” Ford picked up his phone and stuffed it back in his hip pocket. “Before we can figure that out, I need to see about our fate.” He glanced to his brother. “Are we sure about this? It might backfire.”
    “We have no choice.”
    What were they talking about?
    Ford nodded and dialed a number. “Is Mr. Statler in? This is Ford Summerville. It’s urgent.” He stood and paced. “Yes, sir. I’m afraid there’s been an incident.” He relayed how she’d darted across the road, and jumped in front of a truck. The vehicle tried to stop, but couldn’t. That wasn’t quite the way she’d described her death, but it was just as good. “She died immediately. No, sir. We’ll be in as soon as everything is taken care of.” He swiped a finger across the screen.
    Tension rippled across his body. “What did he say?” she asked. The answer would determine her future.
    “Mr. Statler’s tone can best be described as steely with a dash of death.”
    “That happy, huh?” Tyson cleared his throat. “What else did he say?”
    “It’s what he didn’t say that has me worried. Next time we go into the facility, no telling if we’ll come out.”
    Bailey didn’t like hearing that. They might be werewolves as they claimed, but they were nice men who were even willing to let her go. Unfortunately, her options were dwindling fast. If what they said was true, the Colters believed she held the secret to their future—or rather her body did. From now on, she’d have to be super careful. If Statler’s men spotted her, not only would they lock her up without a key, they’d know Tyson and Ford lied about her death. They’d be branded as traitors and killed.
    As crazy as that sounded, she didn’t wish that on them. Some might call her naïve, but she believed these men were good.
    “We need a plan.” It was what her dad always said when he was faced with a tough decision.
    They glanced at her. “There is no we here. You, young lady, are staying put. We don’t want you anywhere near the lab. If they knew you were alive, you’d be a wanted woman.”
    Wanted or not, she wasn’t going to sit around and do nothing. “Then I’ll go to the motel office and call my dad.” Two could play at this game.
    If two men could turn into steel in a flash, these two could. “You can’t do that, Bailey,” Ford said. “It would be like walking one of those little gray aliens up to the White House lawn with the intent of proving to the world they exist.”
    She and her parents had that discussion many times. While her father believed other forms of life might exist, the human race wasn’t ready to learn they weren’t alone in the universe. The stock market would crash; panic would ensue. The same thing might happen if she convinced her father that werewolves were real.
    “Fine. I won’t say a word if you find my camera for me.” She had an idea.
    “I thought we all agreed the photo you took of Brad and Tom was probably destroyed.”
    She never liked admitting that she’d lied. “That’s not why I want my camera. Since you’ve been so honest with me, I’ll be with you. I backed up my photos to Dropbox.”
    “You did?” Tyson rushed over and hugged her. He let go a second later, but his warmth actually brought comfort and relief.
    “Yes, but I’ll need access to a computer if you want to see the photos.”
    Ford sat on the bed again. “If you have