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particularly dense. “You’re thinking with your dick, Spence. Falling head over heels for some slut—”
    “She’s not like that!” he insisted. “That shit we told the Dracorian wasn’t true. None of it.”
    Hammond shook his head. “It’s not true. Callie’s wonderful. And we’re not letting her go, Izzie.”
    Her eyes rolled. “Let me guess…true love for three. Right? Are you nuts? Don’t you guys realize what it means to protect her? You’ll be on Carlos’s shit list—numbers one and two with a bullet. We need to bring that bastard down, and we can only do that from the inside. You know that! Both of you! What woman is worth risking two years of undercover work and your lives for?”
    “Callie,” both replied.
    Izzie rolled her eyes again. “Fine. You win. Or perhaps your dicks do… I guess we’ll find a safe house for her. She can go to Remiza or Earth. Or maybe—”
    Both men were already shaking their heads. From the moment Spencer had been paired with Hammond as I.D.E.A. agents, they’d been in sync. Now that they’d found Callie, now that she’d taught them how to connect, they were even more so. “She’s safer with us, and you know it,” he finally replied. “If he wants her, there’s no house safe enough in this sector. Someone could find a way to get to her. I can’t let that happen.”
    “She stays with us,” Hammond added. “We’re the only ones who can protect her.”
    “Can I at least meet Miss Wonderful?” Izzie asked. “I need to see the one and only woman in the universe who could make you two forget about each other.”
    “Forget about each other? What are you talking about?” Spencer blurted out.
    Her laughter filled the air. “C’mon, Spence. Who do you think you’re fooling? I know how much you two like each other. I guess I always figured you’d find a way to make it work together. At least I did until this chick came along.”
    “She’s not a chick.”
    “Whatever. So now it’s two guys, one girl. Does that mean you two have given up on each other?”
    “That’s none of your damn business, Izzie,” Hammond grumbled.
    “Probably not, but I’m dying of curiosity.” She chuckled. “And maybe feeling a little envy. Never thought about being part of a threesome before. Don’t you guys get…I don’t know…jealous of each other? Or do you get off on watching while the other fucks her?”
    “Let. It. Go.” Hammond’s voice was so icy, Spencer was amazed frost didn’t follow the words.
    Izzie held out her palms. “Fine. Fine. Can I please meet her? At least that way I can help with misinformation. You know, pass on some bad descriptions to throw people off her tail?”
    Her suggestion made sense, but if they introduced Callie to Izzie, he and Hammond would have to finally lay all their cards on the table and tell her about their real jobs. They’d talked about revealing the whole truth when they could snatch a few moments of privacy, both wanting to be entirely honest with Callie now that she’d come to mean so much to them. Plus, he hated the idea that she thought they were nothing but lowlife smugglers.
    Would she be pleased that they were truly undercover I.D.E.A. agents? Would she be happy that they had noble motives to help people rather than base desires to make money? He wanted her to be proud of her men.
    Her men. And they were. No way would he or Hammond ever let Callinda Seebré go. Not when she’d come to be the love of their lives.
    Spencer nodded at Izzie, then looked to Hammond. “We need to talk to her anyway. Time to tell her the truth.”
    He nodded in response.
    Spencer led the way back up the ramp. Once inside the Ecstasy , he called, “Callie! Hey, baby! We need to talk.” When she didn’t reply, he walked over to the bedroom. The door opened with a swish, and he stuck his head inside. “Callie? Baby?” He turned back to Hammond, his instincts suddenly screaming that something was wrong— very wrong. “Check the