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But she’d lost that organ to them already—the amount of time it had taken was irrelevant. “Who’s that?” she asked before she could stop herself. The fact she was drumming her fingers on the com had to be telling as well, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself.
    “Izabella Szabo,” Spencer replied before a haughty grin spread over his face. “Why, Callie…Are you jealous our contact is a woman?”
    She folded her arms over her breasts and scowled. Of course she was jealous! She had feelings at stake here! The men, on the other hand, obviously didn’t. She swallowed her hurt. “No. Not at all. Go on. Have fun.” Shit, her pouty tone only added to her humiliation.
    Hammond’s knowing smile made her narrow her eyes. “Izzie’s really nice, super smart, and damned pretty. But she’s nothing but a business contact. Honest.”
    “You’re the one we want,” Spencer added, his voice washing over her like a warm caress.
    She fought the urge to let them comfort her. All she could think about was the Ampirica and her suffering children. And Izabella Szabo.
    Fuck! She really was jealous. “Whatever…”
    Whirling the seat to face forward, she saw two people waiting next to the pile of boxes on the loading dock. A Dracorian man and an equally tall woman stood there, their eyes constantly scanning the area as if they feared being discovered. In their line of work, she couldn’t blame them.
    The woman was exquisite, dressed in a snug black leather jacket and denims that hugged her body so tightly, it was amazing she could move at all. Lightly muscled, she was sleek as a cat. Her long, red hair had been pulled into a high ponytail. She was so pretty, with her flawless skin and big, green eyes, she probably had to beat men off with a stick. With Callie’s luck, that beautiful redhead had to be Izabella Szabo. “We’ve got company,” she said. “Are those your contacts?”
    Glancing at the pair, Hammond picked up the bag full of uni-credits they’d gotten from Carlos Pontierri on Bromond. “Yep. That’s Izzie. I think the guy with her is her new partner. Let’s go, Spence.”
    The men left the cockpit, and Callie decided to stay put and watch the transaction. Lying to herself that she just wanted to keep an eye on Hammond and Spencer in case they ran into trouble, she tapped a few buttons on the com, wondering if she’d be able to pick up any audio from their earpieces. They were supposed to be recording, so that input had to be going…somewhere. Unfortunately, technology wasn’t her forte. If one of them needed intravenous fluids, a wound stitched, or a hypo-spray, she could handle that . But technology? She snorted a small, sarcastic laugh.
    Punching the buttons she’d seen Hammond fiddling with while they fine-tuned the receivers, Callie finally narrowed her choices down to three switches. “It’s gotta be…one of…these.” The first two produced no sound, but the third time was a charm as Spencer’s voice boomed through the tiny room. She quickly found a way to reduce the volume and then settled in to find out what she could discover.
    “You’re alone?” the woman asked.
    Spencer and Hammond both nodded.
    “Good thing you two ditched that chick. Carlos took a contract out on her, just like you thought,” the woman they’d called Izzie said in a lightly accented voice, rubbing her hand on her forehead as if trying to work out a dull ache. “Shit, there are contracts out on both of you, too. The heat should die down now that you’ve washed your hands of her. But you’re gonna have to do a ton of ass-smooching in the future.” She turned to the alien who’d accompanied her. “Think you can call off the dogs, Achchim?”
    So the Dracorian’s name was Achchim… “Fuckin’ bastard,” Callie whispered. Dracorians never worked with anyone who wasn’t scum too, and the thought of her guys being mixed up in business with one of them made her gut churn. Not only were their morals