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Slater pushed past Brock, not caring that he was only in his black dress pants. “What the fuck are you standing here telling me this for? We need to get to our mate before he gets to her.”

“I’m not stupid. Sandy and Susie are at her house now. The babies and their men are with them. Jake was there when I got the info. He told Sandy, and she told Susie. Our dinner date is probably canceled. Gwen and Jane are there also. Jake left work early to accompany Sandy to Sammy’s house. He wasn’t supposed to be at work anyway, and there was no way he was letting Sandy and the babies go to Sammy’s place without protection. Jake’s scared because Sandy almost killed the shifter killer, and Zack did kill Greg’s partner. He’s terrified Greg will come after them. He wasn’t, isn’t, willing to risk anything.”

Slater nodded and grabbed a shirt. He needed to go check on Sammy. Right now, he didn’t care about the date. He just wanted to make sure his mate was okay. “Get showered and changed. Cancel the limo and meet me over at Sammy’s place. I need to know she’s all right.”

“I showered at work. If you’re going over to Sammy, I’m coming, too. I just thought with all her girlfriends around there, you would want to leave her be.” Brock raised a brow and Slater knew Brock was trying to keep him occupied so his bear didn’t break free, and they could focus on Sammy.

“Why the fuck would I want to do that? I’m not the anti-social motherfucker. You are. And if you want to be with Sammy, you might want to get over some of that. She’s been friends with Sandy and Susie since primary school. Before Greg, they used to do everything together. Sammy was usually the life of the party.” He sounded like an arsehole, but he needed to focus his anger at Greg’s release somewhere.

“How the hell do you know that?” Brock didn’t mask the rage in his voice.

“I asked Sandy and Susie. Even Gwen has told me some stuff.” He said between almost bear huffs, his bear fighting to come out and kill.

“When on earth, did they tell you all this?” Brock crossed his arms over his chest trying to intimidate him, but Slater wasn’t the least bit threatened by Brock.

“I’ve been inviting the girls for free meals at some of the restaurants I own. Because I’m part owner, I have the luxury of leaving the kitchen and sitting and enjoying lunch with the women.” His bear settled a little as he remembered all the information he’d learned while getting to know Sammy’s friends.

“You’re only telling me this information now?” Brock ran his fingers through his hair.

He shrugged and walked down the hall to the front door. “Yep. I had no idea at first if the two of us could work together, and I needed every advantage. Now that I know we can share, I thought I’d help you out and tell you.”

Brock left his room and went into the room next door to Slater’s. Slater heard him muttering about having to put up with a wanker, and that his only redeeming quality was that he could cook. Chuckling, Slater went to his car, got in, started it, and drove to Sammy’s house.

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Sammy knew she shouldn’t feel scared and be worried, with all her friends around her and four massive bear shifters scanning the windows, well five, if you counted Gwen, she should feel like the safest woman in the world.

Her doorbell rang, and Gwen smiled. “I wondered how much longer until they showed up.” Gwen got off her sofa and answered the door. “I thought you two would have been here sooner. I’ve been here for hours, and so have Sandy, Jane, and Susie.”

The smell of honey and chocolate surrounded her before Slater’s growled an answer. “I only just fucking found out. Brock came home and stomped into my room and told me. Trust me, if I’d learnt sooner, I would have been here.”

Sammy knew she’d been testing Brock and Slater. She compared everything they did to what Greg would have done. They had passed almost every test with flying colors, so why after months, was she still scared to give them what Sammy knew they wanted?

They’d been in her house; she’d gone out to dinner with them, talked about what they’d been up to, and snuggled up to them as she watched movies. Sammy had been with them at Sandy’s wedding and the birth of Susie’s twins, and she’d felt comfortable, happy, and safe.

Was it too late now? Would they think she’d decided to give in to them because Greg had got out of jail and she was terrified? Sammy hoped not.

Sammy half listened to Susie, Sandy, Jane, and Gwen as they talked and tried to keep her calm as soon as they’d arrived. The problem was, she wasn’t calm. As soon as Sammy had found out Greg had been released, she’d wanted her men to come and see her, be with her. She wanted to feel safe, and she did when she was with Brock and Slater.

Not even Sandy and Susie coming over with their babies and their men to help break the bad news to her had made her feel safe. Sammy hadn’t believed what she was hearing at first, when they’d both sat and told her that Greg had gotten out on good behavior. Sammy cried and cursed the world and anyone around her. She was so angry at herself for letting Greg do this and always being able to get her into such a mess.

After a couple of hours, she stopped crying and told herself she needed to be strong. Greg would be a fool to come after her. He would end up straight back in jail or dead if her men had a say.

Sammy listened to her friends, but all the time she couldn’t wait for her men to come to her. She wanted Brock and Slater to take her away, to make her forget all about Greg. It was time she was ready for them to make her their mate. Not giving herself time to change her mind, she got off the sofa and hugged both Slater and Brock. “Take me home, please. Make me yours.”

Before she’d even finished her sentence, Brock carried her out of her house and down to Slater’s car. Slater opened the passenger door, and Brock placed her in, did up her seatbelt and got into the back seat as Slater came around, opened the driver’s door, got in, shut the door, started the car and zoomed off.

They drove in silence, the tension so thick in the air Sammy could almost see it and crack it. It wasn’t until Sammy looked around and saw they were heading toward where Susie lived that she realized she’d never been to Slater and Brock’s house. Sammy had no idea where they lived. They’d always been at her house. Sammy had never had the need to go to their house.

“Where do you live?” Do you live together or apart?” Sammy felt terrible she hadn’t asked these questions before. She’d been selfish, staying in her comfort zone, scared to venture out. Sammy should have asked where they lived. From now on she would ask questions. She would learn from her mistakes.

“We live a couple of houses down from Susie and her brood. We bought the house only a couple of months ago as soon as it came on the market. Brock’s and my hope is, that you would move in and live with us.”

Sammy nodded and stared out the window in anticipation at seeing the house they’d bought. She didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t seen the house to know if she liked it and was willing to move. Sammy was comfortable where she was in Susie’s old house.

Slater passed Susie’s turn off and drove for another couple of minutes before he turned down a bumpy, rocky road with lots of twist and turns. He slowed as they came around a wide bend, and then a big timber house that looked almost like a giant wooden cubby house was in front of her. It sat perfectly against the forest background with its gleaming wood style. The roof was a dark blue color bond, which fit nicely with the dark rustic blue wooden balcony that surrounded the whole top part of the square house.

“It’s beautiful. I can’t wait to see inside.” Sammy glanced at Slater to see him beaming at her.

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