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"You smell your mate, too, big brother?"

I nodded, too stunned to figure out which of them was talking, and took another deep breath of mesquite. It reminded me of my grandpa's workshop and the long, golden curls left over after he planed a piece of wood.

"Is she the same as ours? Wow! You waited eight years just to share withus?"

They both doubled over with laughter as I turned the truck off and got out.

Dear Goddess, sweet mother of all shifters, have mercy. Please don't make me share a mate with Thing One and Thing Two!

"What does she smell like, big brother? That'll tell us if we're all sharing one mate."

It wasn't unheard of in times when she-wolves were in short supply for brothers to share, and identical twins and triplet malesalwaysdid.

Beckham and Bowie knew they'd share a mate since they were old enough to be told what a mate was. Since they were basically sharing a brain, they had no problems accepting it. In fact, they were looking forward to it a littletoomuch, to be honest. If I had to hear about their bucket list of threesome positions one more time...

Groaning in frustration, I scrubbed my hands over my face.

"Well, big brother? What do you smell?" the twinnie winnies demanded.

"Both of you say yours with me so I know you aren't playing me," I growled. "On three. One, two, three."

"Suede."

"Suede."

"Mesquite."

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!I closed my eyes for a second in a fervent prayer of gratitude.

"Oh, yeah!" One of the doppelgangers slapped me on the back while the other shouted in my ear, "We're all mated now!"

"Quiet down," I rumbled and opened my eyes.

"Too excited for that!"

"Listen, Shrek and Donkey, there are only two people here who it could be. Either Yolanda or Sophia. If it's Yolanda, you two need to calm the hell down. Loud noises scare her—"

"We know, big brother!" one of them laughed.

"We've gone to school with her since we were in kindergarten," the other pointed out. "Same with Fifi. We know them way better than you."

"Wait! Wait, wait, wait! That means one of them isyours!"

"Yes, we already established that." I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to find a brick wall and pound my head against it.

"No, I mean, eitherYolaorFifiis yours!"

"Becks, if I didn't know better—"

"I'm Bowie."

"Bowie, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were either drunk or concussed. Again, we already established that my mate is here."

"Yes, but it's one of ourfriends, not some nameless girl we don't know."

While I was trying to lower my intelligence enough to communicate with him, Beckham grabbed my arm and tugged me forward.

"Come on, big brother! You were brave enough to play football in a stadium full of thousands and thousands of people! You can find enough courage to meet your mate."

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