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the woman went to the stove and carefully flipped several strips of bacon over. She smiled over her shoulder.
    “I’m Delilah, by the way. The Neanderthals are Cain and Abel.”
    “Delilah.” There was a warning in the long‐haired one’s voice, but
    Delilah only laughed and blew him a kiss. The one with the buzz cut had disappeared. She’d bet a week’s tips he’d gone to call Rule and Lawe. She ignored the frisson of unease the thought invoked. They couldn’t blame her for going to the best place to get answers to her questions could they?
    They’d been the ones who’d refused to wait, after all.
    So she spent a pleasant day with Delilah, but found herself reluctant to discuss why she’d come. Delilah seemed to understand that, was content to let the conversation meander or fall silent.
    One of the twins was always close. She’d finally discovered which
    was which. Abel, the one with the buzz cut, disappeared for part of the afternoon. Delilah had explained he was the pack Enforcer and was with the Alpha part of most days. Cain was always close. He made her nervous at first. Quiet and intense. He reminded her a little of Rule. He rarely spoke, but his gaze was never far from Delilah.
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    took her to the guest cabin. She hadn’t slept for over twenty‐four hours and that after a very difficult few days. She found herself wishing she could curl up in bed with Rule and Lawe and tried to banish the thought.
    She was a little surprised they hadn’t shown up yet. Maybe she’d been wrong, and Abel hadn’t called them? She sighed. She’d better do it, but she couldn’t face the reprimands and disapproval she knew she’d get tonight. She’d do it in the morning.
    She woke with a band around her middle. It took a minute to shake
    off the sleep and register where she was and what it was. She wondered how she was going to get up without waking him. Careful not to nudge him, she looked over shoulder into Lawe’s watchful gaze. So much for sneaking out of the room.
    Refusing to get drawn into a situation she couldn’t control so early in the morning, she looked away and saw the wolf at the bottom of the bed. As soon as she met his eyes, he changed forms, shifting from a big black wolf into Rule. She released the breath she’d been holding. She’d grown up with werewolves, but the wonder of seeing them transform never faded.
    She felt lust rising, filling the air between the three of them and wasn’t sure what she wanted, if anything, to do about it. She’d run from her apartment the night before—she was woman enough to admit that—without having a clear idea of why. Who was she afraid to trust?
    Them? Or herself? She hadn’t found the answers she needed during the intervening time.
    “You’ve been a bad girl, Abigail,” Rule whispered in her ear.
    No one called her Abigail anymore. She’d managed to the ditch the
    old‐fashioned name during grade school. She liked his using it, though, and what did it say about her that the implied threat in his tone turned her on? He released his hold on her enough that she could roll over onto her back and stare up into his face. She couldn’t read anything in his expression.
    Rule crawled up the bed to lay at her other side. She stared at the
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    collarbone. She couldn’t stop a flinch at the touch, at the familiarity and fire that jolted through her.
    “So tense,” he said softly. “If this little vacation of yours isn’t relaxing, we might as well take you home now, sweetheart.”
    She jerked her head to the side to meet his gaze. Vacation. As if she’d said she needed a few days away, and they’d agreed. Except the part where they insisted on joining her and she’d left without