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you gave Keen shit 
 Not three, Isaac raised his hand.  I wasn t here to care about Trista being half-hyena. Not that I
would. He shrugged.  It s not like she was, you know, there.
Dad shook his head while his brothers glared at him. Well, glared at him and then focused on his
scars.  We ll talk about that in a minute. Dad got back to yelling at them. Only thing was he didn t
yell. No, when he was real quiet, saying the words low, they knew they d really pissed the man off.
 And now you are all being dicks about this Kira-Vanessa bullshit when you know Vanessa is a two-
bit bitch who can t take anyone getting the better of her.
 Well, she 
 Get your head outta your ass, Dad snapped at Ty and Ty glared at Isaac like it was his damned
fault his brother was a dick.
 The fact is, you re brothers. I don t give a flying fuck why one of you did anything. You stand
behind the others. They start a fight, you finish it. They put their trust in someone, they claim a mate,
and you better protect that person with your lives. You four are the heart of this clan and if you don t
beat together, you re not beating at all. His dad harrumphed.  Now, your girl got any beer in there?
Dad grew serious.  We re gonna need a drink while we sort out how the she-bitch got her hands on
that poison.
*
Kira stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall, using it to keep her upright. The words were
harsh, but she heard the love in each syllable. There were problems between the brothers, obviously,
but their father cared. Or rather, their mother cared and made their father deal with it, but he wasn t
doing it with claws or fangs.
He shot out a few words that were followed by grumbles and then she heard Isaac pad across the
kitchen, his stride unmistakable to her.
Making noise, not wanting them to continue digging into manly relationship stuff and embarrass
themselves in front of a woman, she strode into the kitchen.
Anger, sorrow and regret hit her in the nose, but regret rose above everything.
And then& crisp, clean, and sweet, a man reached her. With unerring precision, she found Isaac,
the man just reaching for the handle on her fridge. Then his happiness struck her and he smiled,
exposing his teeth as his lips separated. She wanted to feel that smile. Without hesitation, she moved
to him, depending on him to stop her if she came to an obstacle. But she didn t and managed to get to
him unhindered. He didn t move, merely opened his arms and she walked into them, sighing when he
held her close.
She raised a hand, stroking the side of his face, following the scar on his cheek and on to his
mouth. His lips were spread wide, turned up at the corners. The left was slightly lower than the right,
his wound tugging at his flesh, but& he smiled.
A gasp that turned into a manly cough came from her left, but she ignored the sound, too focused
on Isaac to be distracted.  What s this smile for?
He eased closer, his face almost coming into focus the nearer he got. Not entirely, never entirely,
but she could see the warmth in his eyes. This man& With his man-noms and good heart and scars
and& He was just& Hers. And she needed to accept that.
 You. She nuzzled his cheek when he got close enough, showing him she didn t care about his
scars.  Just you.
Then a gag came from one of the brothers trying to be funny, but it was followed by a smack, then
a disgruntled  hey and finally a grunt.
She really liked Isaac s father.
With a shake of her head, she stepped from Isaac s arms and tugged on the refrigerator door.  I ve
got beer, but it s light.
She ignored the groans and smiled at Isaac s low growl. Smiling wider when Ebenezer joined in.
Isaac sidled closer, his heat consuming her.  It s perfect. He reached past her and snatched a
couple of bottles as well as the one from her hand.  If I tell you you re perfect will you believe me?
With a shake of her head and ignoring another gag from the peanut gallery she turned to face
him, eyebrows raised.  Laying it on a little thick, aren t we?
She liked that he was. Liked that he followed up his words upstairs with action in front of his
family. He& wanted her.
 Maybe. It depends.
 On?
 What ll get me back in your bed. He dropped his head, voice low.  Naked.
Warmth suffused her face and she didn t need to look in a mirror to know she was bright red.
 Quit. She nudged him.  I m sure your dad wants to hear about Vanessa.
Isaac stepped away to give her room and she stood beside the fridge as she waited for everyone
to take their drinks and settle down.
Except George nudged Ty before the Itan sat down.  Go sit on the counter.
 Why am I sitting on the counter?
 Because your brother s mate isn t gonna sit on the counter. She s gonna sit in your chair. Did I
raise you to be an asshole? I swear, I don t know why your mother thought I could come in here and
deal with this shit. I told her I should just kick your ass and be done with it, but no, he huffed.  That
woman thinks I should talk to you four. He took a swig of his beer.  Putting a few new holes in your
head is talking as far as I m concerned.
Kira grinned and leaned against Isaac.
 Move your ass. George nudged Ty s chair once again and the large male vacated the seat.
 Kira, come sit already.
 I m 
George grunted and she let Isaac lead her across the space. She could have made it on her own,
but with five large males occupying the small space, it was best to let him lead. Except, when they got
there, Isaac sat first and tugged her onto his lap.
 Hey, how come 
 Because you re an asshole. George didn t let Ty finish the words.
 Is this pick on Ty day? A growl filled the Itan s words, but she didn t sense he was truly on
edge. Just annoyed.
 Yes. George didn t miss a beat.  It is. Because we don t have better things to talk about than
how big of a dick you are.
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