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The sheriff nodded. “Drew—or rather you—might help him sell his house. His wife can't live alone in Woodland Estates. Hopefully, after he pays what he owes, there will be enough to cover the cost a facility for his wife.”

This whole situation sucks. “Mr. Hensley didn’t think this through. If he didn’t have the money to buy an upscale home in the first place, he shouldn’t have.”

“Blair, people want what they want without worrying about the future. I imagine he wanted his wife to live in a luxury home until she had to be moved into a nursing home.”

Blair wished there was something she could do—other than help him sell his home quickly—but he’d made a lot of bad decisions.

The sheriff stood and so did Drew. “We’ll let you three get on with your evening,” Drew said. He faced Jeff and Zane. “Word of advice. If you want to keep Blair here, I suggest you fix up the place.”

They all cracked up. “Don’t worry, Drew, I’ve got it covered,” she said.

He smiled. “I’m glad to hear it.”

When the men left, both Jeff and Zane approached her. “We need to tell you something.”

“What is it?”

CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE

Zane and Jeffhad decided they couldn’t wait any longer to be with Blair in the fullest sense. She was their mate. The problem was trying to convince her that the way to seal their fate for life was for the two of them to bite her neck, thus joining them forever.

Jeff and Zane had gone to Malia and asked her to describe what it felt like to be bitten. Neither wanted Blair to be in pain.

“It was wonderful,” Malia had said. “And I’ll leave it at that. Some discussions should never leave the bedroom.”

That worked for Jeff. He took one of Blair’s hands in his and Zane lifted the other. “Zane and I have never done this before, but we want to.”

Blair chuckled. “Do what?”

“You are our everything,” Jeff said.

“You feel the same way, right?” Zane asked.

She grinned. “Of course.” Blair lifted her chin. “Go on. I like where this is headed.”

Zane cleared his throat. “While the three of us have made love together, we want to make it official.”

“Are we talking marriage here?” When her chin trembled for a moment, Jeff thought she wasn’t ready for that.

“Eventually,” Jeff said. “We want to join in a more meaningful way first—at least to us.”

Her brows pinched. “I’m not following.”

“What my clumsy friend is saying is that the two of us want to become one with you. Forever," Zane told her.

"Become one with me? What does that mean?"

"It's a werewolf ritual. It involves both of us sinking our teeth into your neck at the height of our passion. That act will bind a werewolf to his mate for life.”

Her lips slowly turned downward. “Bite me? You want to take a chuck out of my neck?”

“God no!” Jeff said. “Malia said you won’t even feel a thing. Growing up, we were sort of told that when at the moment we mate, our fangs secrete a kind of deadening agent.”

“It will feel good. Wonderful even,” Zane said.

She laughed. “Oh, this is sounding more and more romantic. Way to get me in the mood.”

“Fuck me. We’re screwed. We need to pivot—quick,”Jeff telepathed to Zane.

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