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forgetting her irritation with her own mate.
    “And she called him wolf boy, not wolf man like she usually does,” Sally pointed out.
    “The hormones are starting to get to you, aren’t they?” asked Jen.
    Jacque pinched the bridge of her nose. “One minute I’m fine and the next I really, really want to throw something at someone.”
    “Okay…well, sitting here wondering about what team fur ball is meeting about, heavy emphasis on the ball part, isn’t going to help keep prego calm. So back to these new wolves that were brought in to help with the new healers. Any of ’em hot?” Jen asked as she waggled her eyebrows at Sally.
    Jacque slapped Jen with a pillow just as the door to the suite opened.
    “Any of who hot?” Decebel growled as he prowled into the room, his eyes focused on his mate.
    “Do you have a radar that tells you when to walk in on me talking about inappropriate things?” Jen asked as she narrowed her eyes on Decebel.
    “Considering you are always talking about inappropriate things, I don’t really need a radar. It’s pretty much a given that when I walk into a room you will have just said, or be in the middle of saying, an inappropriate comment.”
    “Oh, good one,” Jacque cooed as Sally reached out her fist to her friend.
    “Agreed.” Sally nodded.
    Jen’s head snapped to the side as she pinned her two best friends with a glare. “Nobody asked for commentary from the peanut gallery.”
    “I would like to think we are less peanut and more awesomesauce gallery,” Sally said as she glanced at Jacque. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
    “Totally agree.”
    Jen gave up giving them the death glare, considering it wasn’t working, and turned back to face her mate. “What’s up, B? Maybe you’ve come to tell us why you superior males have kicked us out?” She tapped her head at the same time she tried to breach his mental block.
    He gave her his best wolfish smile, which he knew made her all gooey inside. Damn wolf , she thought to herself.
    “Perhaps, I’m just blocking you because of my own inappropriate things that may or may not include something or someone hot.”
    Sally and Jacque pushed themselves back further on the couch as Jen stood up slowly. “If you’re thinking about something hot, it had better be a freaking desert or South Texas in August.”
    “And if it’s not?” Decebel asked as he took a step toward her, his eyes flashing to the glowing amber of his wolf before going back to their usual color.
    Jen let out a low growl.
    “Oh dear,” Sally muttered.
    “We should video their fights. It’s so much better than anything the CW has,” Jacque murmured attempting not to attract the attention of their seething friend.
    “Then tell me, B, what it is that you might be thinking about that is hot? What is it that you are thinking about that is so inappropriate that you have to block your mate from your mind?”
    “I don’t understand why you are getting so upset, Jennifer.”
    “He’s using that freaking soothing calm voice. I hate it when they do that,” Sally huffed quietly.
    “Totally hate it,” Jacque agreed as she bit her nails and watched her friend and her mate intently.
    Decebel continued as Jen took a step toward him. “I have to deal with you checking out other males, discussing other males, and purring over other males.”
    “Oh, that last one was said with a little bite,” Sally chuckled.
    “He totally wants to give her a little bite,” Jacque added and the two snickered as quietly as they could.
    “I. DO. NOT. PURR,” Jen bit out through clenched teeth.
    “Wanna bet?” Decebel’s voice dropped low as his eyes began to glow again with his wolf. This time they didn’t stop glowing.
    “Okay, that even turned me on,” Sally continued her commentary.
    “Totally hot and bothered,” Jacque said fanning herself.
    “We are not discussing whether or not you make me purr. I may notice attractive people—”
    Decebel let out a snort of laughter.