Colters' Daughter (Colters' Legacy #3)(18)

It was all over with the moment her mom pulled her into her arms. She buried her head against her mother’s chest and allowed some of her misery to pour out.

Holly rocked her back and forth and stroked a hand through Callie’s hair. Several long moments later, Callie gained control of herself and immediately felt like an idiot.

“God,” she groaned against her mom. “Make them go away, Mom. This is humiliating.”

Holly chuckled. “I’m afraid you’re stuck with them.”

“Lily can stay,” Callie said mournfully.

“Callie.”

Ryan’s voice reached her ears. It was a soft command. Full of love. She looked up, unable to deny her father.

“If you really want us to go, we will. We love you. It’s been hard watching you hurt and not being able to do a damn thing about it. We only want to help.”

Callie smiled and wiped at the damp trails on her cheeks. “I don’t want you to hate him.”

“I can’t promise to like him if he hurt my baby,” Ryan said evenly.

“He wants us to be together,” she said.

“And what do you want?” Adam asked.

She drew in a deep breath. “I want us to be together too. If I can forgive him, I want you to be able to forgive him too.”

Holly squeezed Callie’s hand. “I’m sure we’ll love him.” She shot a challenging look in her husbands’ direction. “We have to meet him first, of course. And I have to be sure he’s someone I can trust my daughter with.”

The sharpness in Holly’s tone made her sons snicker. She silenced them with a look.

“Did Max have anything to do with what happened the other night at the bar?” Dillon asked.

Callie shot him a glare. “Who told you?”

Dillon stared balefully at her. “It’s my bar, Callie. Did you think no one would say anything?”

She scowled and pressed her lips together.

Her fathers’ collective sigh echoed in the room.

“It was nothing,” she said defensively. “I might have hit Max when he showed up at the bar. I wasn’t expecting him. I was pissed.”

“How do you maybe hit someone?” Michael drawled.

“Okay, so I decked him. At the time he deserved it.”

“And yet you’re ready to be with this guy again,” Adam said with a scowl.

“Look Dad, it’s complicated. He had to leave Europe because his mom was dying. I thought he dumped me.” She left out the part where he’d done just that for all practical purposes. It wouldn’t put him in a very good light with her already skeptical parents. “He found me here. He apologized.” Or as much as Max was capable of apology. More like he demanded she forgive him. Which wasn’t the same thing at all. “He wants…me.”

Ethan sighed. “We’ll give him a chance, Callie. What do you know about this guy, anyway? What does he do? He’s not planning to take you away from here, is he?”

At that statement, she got scowls from her dads and her brothers. Even Holly frowned and looked at Callie in question.

“I…” Hell. It made her sound ridiculously stupid, but the truth was, she didn’t know a whole lot about what Max did. She knew he was wealthy. She knew he had a job. Or maybe it was that he owned his own business. Finance? Truth be told, she hadn’t cared whether he had money. She hadn’t cared what his job title was.

“Callie?” Adam prompted.

“He’s in finance,” she mumbled.

“I think we should meet him before we make judgment,” Lily said in her sweet, soft voice. “We shouldn’t make Callie feel worse than she already does. She’s been through a lot. Our support means a lot to her.”

Oh damn. Callie was going to cry again. She looked up and smiled gratefully at Lily who still stood beside the couch where Callie sat.

Ryan cleared his throat. “Invite him to dinner. The sooner the better.”

“Just don’t make it the Spanish Inquisition,” Callie muttered. “It’s bad enough there are so many damn males in this family. Dial down the testosterone for the evening if you don’t mind.”

Dillon snickered and she glowered at him.

“I’ll have your fathers make something special,” Holly said serenely. “If it turns out we don’t like him, I’ll cook the next meal for him.”

The entire room erupted in laughter.

Some of the tension in Callie’s chest loosened, and she grinned at the mischievous glint in her mom’s eyes. Holly patted Callie on the leg.

“It’s going to be fine,” she whispered. “You’ll see. Your fathers are growly, but you’re their baby. You have to remember that.”

“Yeah, I know,” Callie returned. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Holly enfolded her into another hug and when she released her, Adam rose from the couch. “Now that we have that out of the way, are you all ready to eat?”

And then Callie was surrounded by her fathers, all hugging her and being gruff, and for the first time since she’d returned home months before, she felt a lightness slide through her soul that told her everything just might be all right.

Chapter Nine