Page 143 of Callen's Captive
Hayden scented along the woman’s neck, and she stilled.Fucking fabulous.Now Callen had to worry about Hayden getting distracted by a female.
“Where is he?” Callen demanded, tiring of evasive women, doctors who couldn’t make it south on their own despite the clear lack of WSSO in the area, and horny shifters who had only been sent along to babysit him so he wouldn’t do something stupid like place himself against an enemy’s gun.
“Not until you give me proof Damien Black sent you.”
“Listen, lady—” Hayden began.
“The name’s Mila. See how easy that was. Why don’t you give it a try?”
Hayden clenched his jaw. “I’m Hayden.”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” She flashed a mocking smile and Hayden’s spine stiffened.
She wasn’t the flirtatious type that usually caught Hayden’s eye, but there was something about her that had tongue-tied Hayden. Callen raised a brow, intrigued.
Hayden released her suddenly, as if having his hands on her—even her upper arm—was suddenly a violation of his personal code of honor. Hayden was definitely off-balance around her. Maybe Callen should let Hayden try to get the information they needed out of the woman. Watching her frustrate the hell out of Hayden would be entertaining.
Callen chuckled as he slid into the chair at the desk and put his feet up to watch the show.
“Asshole,” Hayden said, glaring at Callen when he chuckled. Hayden quickly turned to the woman. “Sorry, not you.”
“I don’t know who you two are, but you have no right being here. Leave.”
“Not until we get the information we need,” Callen said. “Where is Evans?”
“He never made it here.”
She was lying. Everything from how she averted her eyes and looked to the door told him as much. His wolf was on high alert now. Slowly, Callen rose. “Why did you ask for our enforcer?”
The woman tried to knee Hayden, who pivoted in time and took the blow to his stomach. He slammed her against the wall to regain control of her. She cried out when her head struck the wall.
A gunshot whizzed by Hayden’s head. He grabbed the woman and pulled her to the floor, covering her with his body as Callen spun around to charge the shooter.
In the doorway of the office behind Callen stood the shooter with a gun in her hands. Dark-hair swept across the most gorgeous face he’d ever seen.
“Kate?” He had to be seeing things, dreaming.
“Callen? Oh my God, Callen!”
She dropped the gun and ran to him, practically collapsing in his arms. He pulled her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her, unable to process that it was really her. The feel of her body against his, her scent. . . God, it was her. By some miracle, his Kate was alive.
Callen captured her mouth with his and let his tongue glide along her lips, tasting her, once again feeling the softness that was his Kate. Her hands wrapped around his back, gliding over his taut muscle and down to his backside.
He dragged his nose along the side of her neck, slowly scenting her again, mate to mate, to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. That tantalizing scent of orange and honey that was his Kate surrounded him, but it was overshadowed by another smell. Blood, sickness.
“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Kate said, tears running down her face.
Callen brushed her tears away with his thumbs. He couldn’t believe he was touching her, holding her, breathing in his Kate.
“That’s why you asked for Damien’s enforcer,” Hayden said as he helped Mila up.
Callen couldn’t take his eyes off of Kate to look at the two behind him. He had so many questions right now. “How?”
Kate’s arms slackened, and she sank against him, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Callen caught her and lifted her into his arms. “Kate? Kate!”
“Bring her back here, to the cot,” Mila ordered as she brushed past him and pushed the door to the back office open. She flipped on the light. The room smelled strongly of blood and anti-septic. This is what he’d smelled before.
“What’s wrong with her?” Hayden asked the question Callen couldn’t.
