Conall checked his watch and Zach chuckled.

“How long before she gets here?”

“Two hours. Six minutes. And thirty-four seconds.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not all wound up about it.”

Oh, I’m wound all right. Tight. He never stopped thinking about her. Wanting her. He was dying to know exactly what kinds of things got her off. Sucking her nipples? Licking her clit? Or something more simple? His hands in her hair? His tongue in her ear?

Zach had thrown every available female from the club scene at him. He wanted Conall to lose interest in what he termed “Sara’s big-mouthed friend,” but none of the women held his interest. Conall only wanted Miki. And he couldn’t wait until he had her tight little butt naked and on his lap.

“She’ll come around,” he stated with as much conviction as possible.

“She’s human, Conall. You should go for a nice wolf girl.”

Conall looked over at his best friend and the Alpha Male of the Magnus Pack. Bite marks and bruises riddled the man’s body. And Conall knew from when they shifted after hunting that claw marks covered the man’s back. It was true, Sara rocked Zach’s world. But she also chewed the shit out of him while doing it. Conall would rather have sex that didn’t involve bloodletting. At least not as much. “I’m not looking for marriage here, Zach. I just want to fuck her until one of us dies.”

“Well…that’s a goal. But if you ask me she’s rude. Loud. Short.”

“She’s direct. Confident. Petite.”

“Man, do you have it bad.”

Conall didn’t bother denying it because they both knew it was true.

“By the way.” He decided to change the subject since talking about Miki only made him hard. “We had some visitors on our property last night.”

He could feel Zach tense next to him. His only objective was to protect his mate. Zach would destroy anyone who threatened her.

“Who?”

“Not sure. But it’s the same scent as the one from the rave.”

“Great. Just what I fucking need.”

“They weren’t here long. Jake’s stupid but he was on them pretty fast.”

“On who pretty fast?”

Conall and Zach looked up to see Sara standing in front of them, a stack of mail in her hand. She’d really gotten stealthy lately, learning how to stay downwind.

“Nothing,” Zach grunted.

Sara sighed and squeezed in between the two of them on the bench. “You’re lying to me. I really hate that.” She laid her head on Zach’s shoulder. “You might as well tell me now, mate. I’ll just get it out of you later.”

“I’m never sure if those are threats or promises.”

With a low growl, she bitZach’s shoulder. Zach winced as she drew blood. “It’s both.” She retracted her canines.

Conall knew if he didn’t say anything he’d have to witness the Alpha pair’s idea of foreplay—wrestling. All they were missing were the ring and the announcer.

“Something in our territory last night. Not sure what, though.”

“Bunnies?” she asked hopefully, and Conall heard Zach growl.

He laughed. Sara always made him laugh. She was a wacky girl.

“Probably not. Not too many bunny shifters.”

“So you say. Well, whatever was in our territory should be dead. Are they dead, Conall?”

Zach and Conall looked at Sara, then at each other. The woman was dangerous. She didn’t tolerate outsiders on the Pack’s property. She didn’t tolerate threats to her Pack. She didn’t tolerate anything she deemed a danger to who and what she loved. She wasn’t a hunter like Conall or Kelly or any of the other Pack members. Sara Morrighan was a stone-cold killer. She knew it and she liked it.

“No, but Jake scared them off.”

“I want Angie and Miki safe when they’re here.”

“They will be,” Zach assured her.

“And you better stay close to Miki for me, Conall. You know, for safety.”

Zach groaned. “Very subtle, mate.”

“I don’t know what you mean. I’m only thinking about my friend’s safety.” If you didn’t know her, you would have thought she was being completely sincere.

Sara handed a stack of mail to Zach. “Here.” Then she handed a small, card-sized envelope to Conall.

Zach examined the stack in his hand. “Why are there bite marks on these?”

“Roscoe got to the postman before I could.”

There was that deep sigh Zach seemed to do a lot since Sara came into his life. He also rubbed his eyes with his palms, making Sara smile and wink at Conall.

“Did he bite the postman?”

“No. He just ripped the mail from his hand. And then the postman ran away—like a little girl.”

“Get rid of that dog.”

“No.”

Conall opened his envelope while Zach and Sara had their weekly fight over “the dog” as Zach called him. He glanced at the card, crumpled it up, and tossed it into the bushes. It took him a minute to realize he now had Zach and Sara’s full attention.

“Everything okay?”

Conall shrugged at Zach’s question. “It’s from my cousin.”

Just like that, Zach stopped caring. He knew Conall’s family, and he didn’t like them. So, he began to open the stack of bills. Sara, however, was a different story. You couldn’t put off her curiosity with a crowbar.