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her off with their obvious lack of gentle refinement, but instead she found herself intrigued by his square jaw, his crooked nose and his soft eyes framed by thick dark lashes. He kept his hair short in a military type brush cut that displayed the gold hoop in one of his ears.
    As for his body, he stood too close for her to ogle it, but since the lacrosse game, she could imagine it—from his extremely wide shoulders dropping down to a tapered waist that led into thick muscled thighs and an ass of steel. I wonder if his cock is as big as the rest of him. Naomi bit her lip at the train of her thoughts. I do no care what he looks like. This Neanderthal is not my mate.
    “I’m sorry. Do you have a hard time understanding English? I told you to leave.” Her brusque tone made his eyes turn puppy dog sad and she wanted to smack her forehead on something hard—say like his delicious chest?
    Snickers, which turned into outright laughter, erupted from behind the wall of flesh in front of her. Naomi couldn’t help but crane sideways to see who found the untenable situation so amusing before she resorted to violence. And my family knows how I hate it when that happens. Try to be a lady and no one listens. They’ll start paying attention when my foot starts connecting with some soft spots.
    Her icy gaze caught the attention of yet another lacrosse player, and her wolf just about slobbered in excitement all over mind. Oh, hell no. As her gaze became caught by the eyes of dark haired number sixty-nine from the lacrosse match, she wanted to hurt something really bad because if she wasn’t mistaken, the damned kitty cat in front of her—another testosterone pumped male—was also her mate. Not two. Surely fate wouldn’t be so cruel? While not all that common, she knew mating could occur in pairs or more, she’d just never assumed it would happen to her. No fair. I don’t even want one. Why the hell do I suddenly have two on my doorstep?
    Irritation held over panic—barely. She focused her ire on the jerk who found the situation so hilarious. “I wouldn’t laugh seeing how it was your poor aim that gave me my rainbow face and headache.”
    Actually, number sixty-nine’s humor had dried up the moment their gazes caught, and if she weren’t in such shock herself , she would have enjoyed his dropped jaw and the look of fear—and smoking desire—that crossed his face.
    “Uh. Uh.” Like a slack jawed idiot, the suave looking number sixty-nine couldn’t even mutter a coherent sentence.
    “Apparently you’ve gotten a ball to many in the head, too. Now if you don’t want my foot to get shoved up your butt, because I am just about to lose my temper, then I’d suggest you get your asses out of here.”
    “But,” the behemoth tried to interrupt.
    “Go away,” she screamed, meaning to follow up her panicky plea with action. Vertigo along with a blinding pain in her head, though, made her unable to do what she wanted—which closely resembled running away and escaping the sure mess these two men would surely try and make of her life. She only managed an “Ah, fuck,” as her family and doctor’s prediction came true. She succumbed—unwillingly—to unconsciousness.

Chapter Three
    It had proved surprisingly easy to discover the identity of the injured female. Javier simply questioned a few staff members while Ethan glowered. In short order, they were handed the information along with wishes of “Good luck” and “Glad I’m not you.”
    Ethan paid the pitying looks no mind, too caught up in his own inner misery of how to approach the female slated as his mate. Javier, on the other hand, couldn’t stop grinning. He just wished he dared tape the event because seeing his enormous friend reduced to a quivering mass of jelly provided great entertainment.
    His theory that the upcoming meeting would prove interesting held—and made him wish for popcorn—as Ethan knocked on the door of the house where several sources assured