she should have had her team working overtime, but they had assured her it was not a rush job. If she knew them, it was because they were keeping her tied to the bed convincing her to stay with them. God, how she envied the woman. She wished she could actually think like that.
Jolly and Steve had been after her for the last few years, but she had managed to keep them at arm"s length because she was not convinced a relationship like that could work.
After all, two men and one woman, there had to be some jealousy that would come into play; Calli would rather refrain from losing her friends. She did not have a lot to begin with, she had been a runway model for a few years, traveling all over the world, that kind of lifestyle did not promote close friends. When she decided to settle down and make a go of her designing business, she settled in Denver to be close to her family.
They were a pain in the ass, but she loved them. Calli and Noah had met one afternoon at a craft store, they had become fast friends and it led her to one of the closest relationships she had ever had outside of her family. She was six feet tall and gorgeous; most women did not want to be her friend since when they went out, all the guys would stare at her, competition sucked.
“Calli,” Dallas said softly and Calli dropped the dress she was working on. Dallas never sounded like this so something bad had happened. Her first thought was Noah again; the last time Dallas called her like this was to tell her Noah had been shot at the courthouse. Their group of friends had grown only to accept a few people, because none of them were very trusting and they loved their privacy. So when they found someone they trusted, all of them welcomed them into their small little group. Right now, it consisted of Dallas, Noah, Steve, Jolly, Calli, and Ginny, and of course Bailey. They all hung out together weekly and more often than not, they ate dinner at least twice a week together. They all liked the same things and felt comfortable around each other.
“No, Dallas, I don"t want to hear it.” She started and began gathering her things together, knowing that she needed to be ready to go to her friend"s side. “Okay, sorry, is it Noah? Bailey?” She whispered into the phone.
“No baby, Jolly.” He said and she screamed into the phone before dropping it and running for her door. She could barely think straight and knew she had to be with Steve, so she grabbed the keys to her car and raced out to the little sports car she had just purchased. Calli was classically beautiful and loved to stay on the cutting edge of fashion. She had short spiky blue hair that was dyed monthly to match the color of her eyes. Calli loved the glances she got when she went to a store. More often than not, it led to customers who were drawn to her style and personality. Though she got a lot of attention, she only had a few close friends because she hated the superficial people who only wanted to hang out with her because she used to be famous.
Calli reached for the cell phone she kept in her car, she never left home without it. It was a standing joke with her friends, she used to forget it and lose track of time in a fabric store. Many times, she had been late for dinner because she did not remember her cell, so they could call and remind her of the time. Steve insisted she get a Nextel with Jolly and him a few months ago so they could just beep her when she lost track of the time. The boys had been trying to take care of her more and more and until now, she had resisted. What would she do if one of them were gone? Calli had just begun to admit there was more to their attraction than just sexual.
“Steve?” She said into the phone.
“No sweetie it"s Noah, they left his phone here when they left. Call Dallas.” He said to her gently.
“Tell me. I am in the car, where am I going?” She said desperately to her friend.
“I don"t know. I only know Jolly was shot.” Noah said and