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well, not much actually.”
    Kara tentatively took Trevor’s hand. Sparks raced up her arm. The electricity shooting between them muddled her mind on so many levels.
    What the hell is going on here?
    With his free hand, Trevor reached for Kara’s forearm, the endearing gesture only managing to add to Kara’s confusion over her seemingly emotional instability. He, too, seemed to have an affinity for touching as much of her skin as possible, even for this simple gesture of greeting. She was acutely aware of both men’s possessive hands wrapped around her arm, her fingers, her stomach … and she wanted them to. In fact, she wanted more.
    How could she possibly be this attracted to two men?
    She desperately wanted Trevor to lean in closer. His scent was as arousing to her as Justin’s. Distinct, but equally masculine. Woodsy.
    “Nice to meet you, too.” The greeting sounded tight and high-pitched to her ears.
    Trevor was standing incredibly close to Kara, but Justin didn’t seem to notice, or care.
    “How was dinner?” Trevor stepped back and released his gentle hold on Kara’s arm and hand. Immediately she felt the loss of his heat, his energy, but not the attraction.
    “It was great,” Justin responded.
    Thank God, because Kara didn’t really think she could speak again without squeaking. Embarrassment at her strange erratic behavior flooded her and she felt the same flush rise to her cheeks that always managed to give her away.
    “I promised Kara some cows,” Justin continued.
    “Cows?” A perplexed look came over Trevor’s rugged face, a slight chuckle escaping from between his lips, one side of his mouth reaching up in a half smile. His gaze never left hers.
    Kara wanted to touch his skin, feel the smooth angles of his jaw against the back of her hand. Not for the first time, she shivered.
    “I’ve never…” Well, that was articulate .
    “She hasn’t seen cows up close before. I figured we could remedy that.”
    “Well, then. Let’s head to the barn. I think I can muster up a few cows easily enough.”
    His sexy smile must be a Trevor’s trademark .
    Kara wanted to taste his lips at least as much as she had wanted to devour Justin’s just moments ago. When she glanced up at Justin, instead of jealousy, Kara thought she saw … relief?
    Justin released his possessive hold on her just enough to take her right hand and begin pulling her toward the back door Trevor had just come through. Thank goodness, because if he let go she’d probably trip over her own two feet, refusing to get with the program.
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    “Are you coming, Trevor? Trevor? The cows?” Trevor could hear Justin’s words ringing silently in his head but could not yank his attention from Kara. He’d merely spun slowly around as Justin dragged her through the kitchen. The magnetic energy was palpable. Could she feel it? Of course she could. He could smell her arousal. He’d seen her squeeze her thighs together when he reached for her.
    “Man, put your tongue back in your mouth. You look like a cub standing there.
    You’re going to scare her off before we even have her.” Justin looked impatient as Trevor finally glanced up into his face.
    The two of them had been able to communicate telepathically for as long as they had been friends. Not all wolves possessed the ability, but certain ones seemed to have a special affinity. Especially bonded wolves, husbands and wives. Perhaps they had always been destined to bond with each other in a mating with one shared woman, which explained the special ability to converse without speaking.
    “Cows. Right.” Trevor followed behind Kara out the door, the proximity of her body in front of his an ever-present thought. He had to grip his hands into fists at his sides to keep from reaching out to touch her. Justin had run his hands down her arms and now held her fingers in his. The contact he had with her was going to drive Trevor bonkers before he got to have his turn. “Can you … I don’t