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but his disapproval radiated from him. For some reason that got her back up.
    “Which part?”
    The question was sarcastic, and Cain’s eyes narrowed even more, while Abel just arched an eyebrow. She got the impression she was going to get an earful and then some. A sudden vision of being pulled over his lap and spanked filled her gaze. His eyes lit up, and she gasped, realizing she’d picked that vision up from him, not the dark desires buried in her own mind. It was shocking not only for the arousal that flooded her system at the thought, but because she’d never been able to pick things up like that from humans. But then, they weren’t exactly human, were they?
    “What are you?” she asked, but she wasn’t sure she wanted an answer.
    “Later,” Cain said. “First, let’s discuss the ground rules.”
    She leaned back against the couch, letting the blanket fall to her waist, and crossed her arms over her chest. She wasn’t about to let some stranger order her around.
    Cain started ticking his rules off on his fingers. She would have laughed if she weren’t so furious at his gall.
    “One. Don’t you ever leave this house again after dark without one of us with you. Two. Don’t ever approach a strange wolf like that again. No place is perfectly safe, and we both have enemies. They’d love to strike at us through our woman.” Her eyes widened at that one, and she wondered if she’d walked into a movie mid-reel. “And third. Don’t you have a coat? Jesus Christ, you could have gotten hypothermia out there. Think about what could have happened if we hadn’t been here. I know you’re a beach bunny, but I expected an accountant to have a brain and the sense to use it!”
    Oh, that last bit did it. She jumped to her feet, ignoring the way her body still shivered with cold, and put her hands on her hips. “I don’t know who you think you are, bubba, but I’ve been on my own a long time. I can take care of myself, and I sure as hell don’t need some stranger bossing me around. I’ll call Chloe and get out of your hair.”
    No way in hell was she staying here. She circled the couch, determined to go upstairs and prayed her cell phone was charged enough to work, prayed she got reception up here, but her path was blocked. He was several feet in front of her, but he didn’t stay there. He stalked her, his approach stealthy and inexorable. His hot, angry, lustful gaze held her still. When he reached her, he slid a hand around the nape of her neck and tugged her closer. He bent his head to her shoulder and took a long, shuddering breathing.
    “I’ll tell you who I am, Delilah. I’m Cain Williamson, and you’re mine. My mate. And you’re not going anywhere.”
    “Ours,” Abel said softly.
    “Ours,” Cain agreed.
    Her body thrilled at the idea of being possessed by them, both of them. Thank God caution, and confusion, ruled the day. She jerked away from Cain, saw by the look in his eyes it was only a temporary reprieve, and put some distance between them all. She crossed her arms over her chest in a useless effort to hide the visible proof of her arousal. “I don’t understand.”
    “We’ll explain everything, but I think we should check you over first, make sure you don’t have any signs of frost bite.” Abel held out his hand. “C’mon, Delilah. Sit down.”
    She rolled her eyes. She wasn’t out there long enough to get frost bite or hypothermia, but they were sure pushing the issue. Rather than escalate the argument, she returned to the couch, determined to get some answers. Abel sat next to her and turned her so she leaned back against the arm of the sofa, then he pulled her feet into his lap. He made a show of checking out her toes before starting to rub the balls of her feet.
    The massage inched upward, and she closed her eyes, bit her lip to keep in a moan of pleasure, and didn’t even protest when his hands inched up her calves under the loose, flannel pants. It wasn’t a sexual touch,