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Chase bristled. “I wasn't insulting her!”

“I know you weren't, and Mike, please don't. I was so pleased that you were both starting to get along.”

“We have to get along,” Mike said. “No offense, Chase, but if I had my way here, I'd hog tie you and throw you into the nearest closet so I could have her first.”

“As if you could find anything that would keep my claws from cutting through.”

“Both of you, stop it.” Olivia pushed her chair back, standing sharply.

As though she were the queen, they stood with her.

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Don't start getting all formal with me now just because I'm mad."

Chase cracked his knuckles. "We're not getting formal with you because you're angry, we just don't know what to do around you. You're an asset to the team, even as a volunteer who's barely qualified to help us. If anything happens to you, it's entirely our fault, and we're talking about going to bed with you as if that doesn't mean anything.”

“I'm your mate, of course you want to take me to bed,” Olivia said, ignoring the comment about how she was barely qualified.

She supposed it was true, so there was no point in getting angry about it.

Mike rubbed his jaw. He had some darks stubble coming in, and Olivia was a sucker for that level of beard scratch on a man’s face. Him moving his hand over it made her want to do the same. It made her knees wobble and heat pool between her thighs.

Then there was Chase, who still looked at her with that smoldering, jealous expression.

No one had ever looked at her in such a possessive way before. Which was interesting, because he could have her. He was one of the men she was meant to spend the rest of her life with.

Her mate.

She liked both of these men. She wanted to have them, and she was perfectly capable of making the sentiment known, so why not go for it? “Look, you're frustrated, I’m frustrated, so we might as well do something about it, right? If anything, this is just causing a distraction to our work.”

She thought that was a perfectly logical response to this whole thing.

Chase and Mike looked at each other again.

Was there some secret language that only males could understand? A silent code that allowed them to communicate with each other without words? Because they seemed to come to an understanding.

"It would get our heads back in the game," Chase said.

As if he and Mike needed to convince themselves of anything.

“Right. A healthy mating will smooth out any wrinkles and allow us to focus.”

“I'm a shifter, not a sweater,” Olivia said, though she was glad they had come to a conclusion she could get behind.

They were clearly ready to get on with this. There was just one more thing to figure out.

“Your place or mine?” she asked.

Both Chase and Mike raised their hands at the same time, speaking up at the same time. “Mine.”

They looked at each other again, and Olivia could see that the struggle for dominance was going to be an ongoing issue.

She wasn't sure who she wanted to win.

ChapterSix

Chase only realized that, yes, this was something he was going to have to get used to, sharing his mate with another male, when he and Mike had to come to an agreement to take Olivia home for their time alone.

To her place.

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