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this. For you to be here to share this with me.”
    “I don’t know, Sierra. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
    “Well I don’t think that the triplets are going to let you leave.”
    “What do you mean?”
    Sierra smirked.
    “You’re their mate.”
    “I’m their what?” Lexi asked, sitting up in the bed.
    Sierra did the same, and she had a huge smile on her face.
    “You’re their mate, their wife, per se, in human terms.”
    “No way! Absolutely not. They’re huge! They…they…The one in the camo gear was mean and scary and—”
    “Hot?” Sierra added with a smirk.
    “Yeah…but no! Absolutely not. It can’t be. I’m human!”
    Sierra giggled.
    “I know. That’s what makes it so special. The gods have chosen all three triplets to be your mates. That’s why they saved you. That’s why they growl every time you…”
    “Every time I what?”
    Sierra got up off of the bed.
    “Every time your body reacts to their presence and their looks.”

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    Lexi thought about that for a second, then got it. She cringed and pulled the covers tighter against her body.
    “They knew I…I was attracted to them?”
    Sierra laughed.
    “Wolves have an amazing sense of smell. That’s how they knew you were their mate. First Paul in the club, then Andre, and last Saber.”
    Lexi thought about each man. They were intimidating, and Saber appeared to be one of those macho, chauvinistic “my way or the highway” type of guys. He looked like a hit man.
    Paul was typical GQ , and he knew it. He looked like a numbers man, Wall Street or something, and Andre looked most down-to-earth. He was the one she could easily have seen living on a ranch doing hard labor work. The thoughts caused a quiver in her belly.
    Individually, each man was a personified alpha male with the ability to make any woman weak at the knees. But together, they had to be a force to be reckoned with.
    “No way, Sierra. No way.”
    Sierra smiled and giggled.
    “We’ll see, Lexi. I’ll go check on that food.”
    Just then, Andre returned with a tray of food.
    She listened to Sierra as she spoke to him. “You won the toss, huh?”
    He gave her a wink.
    She laughed as she headed downstairs.

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    Lexi watched Sierra leave and Andre enter the room. Her description of him was right on target. He wore a pair of blue jeans and a button-down, black thermal shirt, and his short black hair was slicked back as if he had just taken a shower. When he approached, he smelled of cologne and soap.

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    “Did the shower make you feel any better?’ he softly asked as he laid the tray on the table before fixing her sheets. She grabbed his hand to stop him, out of reflex, then froze in place. He stared at her as she locked gazes with his brown eyes. Neither of them moved.
    “Your eyes are the greenest I’ve ever seen. They’re like emeralds shining in the sunlight.”
    She lowered her lashes and felt the giddy attraction to him.
    Clearing her throat, so the words wouldn’t get stuck she replied.
    “Thank you. I appreciate you bringing the food up to me. I could have walked downstairs.”
    “No way. You need your rest. You’ve been through a lot.”
    He placed the tray on her lap and uncovered the feast. There was roasted chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy, carrots, and string beans along with fresh biscuits. Her mouth watered, and then he scooted his hip onto the bed and sat down next to her. His jean-clad hip lay flat against her thigh, and suddenly she felt faint.
    She felt the heat penetrate her cheeks, and she reached for the glass of water. Setting it back down after taking a sip, she watched as Andre cut into the food and brought a forkful to her lips.
    “I can do that. You don’t have to feed me,” she stated but she wondered how she would be able to with the broken arm without knocking over the tray.
    “It’s my pleasure, Lexi. Let me help you. It can’t be easy with the cast.”
    She looked at the