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feelings. We aren’t jackasses.”
    He was right. Neither of them seemed to be an asshole. They’d been nothing but polite and careful with her from the first moment she’d met them. “You’re right. I live outside of Sojourn on the rez in a small condo. You already know I’m a member of the Yobuka Tribe. All of us are Native American and lupine. Over the centuries there has been a surprisingly low number of tribal members who have mates outside our own tribe. Fate hasn’t let that happen many times. The Yobuka have always been rather isolated when it came to other shifters in the area. Until recently.”
    She scrunched up her brow, thinking about that some more. “My mother may have been the first to really break tradition. Not that anyone has a say in who they’re mated to, but there must be a reason she was fated to a white man—and then Miles and myself too.”
    “Two of them at that,” Trace said.
    “Yeah. What’s up with that?” She forced a smile and then took another sip of wine.
    She would ponder the implications of ménages in the area more another time. Perhaps nature was making a strong case that it was time for the tribe to branch out. It was the twenty-first century and about time their bloodline melded with others.
    She shook the thought out of her head for the time being. “Anyway, I own a shop in town that sells locally made Native American products. It’s called Dreamcatchers. I have a degree in business.”
    Both men smiled.
    She continued. “My grandmother—we call her Mimi—raised us. My father was a dickwad from the reservation that raped my mother when she was young. That’s how Miles and I were conceived.”
    The smiles fell as they both gasped, eyes wide.
    “Jesus, honey, that’s awful. I’m so sorry.” Keegan scooted forward.
    Trace probably knew a lot of this story, but she wasn’t sure what Griffen would have shared.
    She licked her lips. “Oh, it gets worse. My mother later met her mate when Miles and I were three. She got pregnant. He was white. And the elders of the tribe chased her off the land. We spent the next twenty-seven years believing her to be dead. Until today when she showed up before the party. Oh, and apparently I have three half siblings I’ve never met.”
    Keegan stiffened, not moving an inch. “Fuck. I’m so sorry, hon. Griffen told us a little about your mother when we first got to the party tonight. But that was before we knew you were ours.”

    “Yeah. So, I’m a little on edge. My mother just showed up. I barely got to spend any time with her. My sister-in-law had a baby. And not one but two men stepped into my life with the intent of claiming me. That’s not the average day.”
    Trace stood abruptly, as if the couch were on fire. He stepped around the coffee table and lifted her right out of the seat, tugging her into his embrace. “We met your mom while you were with Rebecca. She seems very nice. Genuine. I’m glad you could finally be reunited.”
    She closed her eyes, inhaling his scent as she buried her face in his firm chest.
    His arms ran up and down her back soothingly. His head came down lower so he could speak into her ear. “It’s a lot to take in all at once. No wonder you’re so stressed.”
    Amazingly she felt calmer in his arms. She hadn’t realized Keegan had also stood until his hand landed on her back above Trace’s arms. “Is your mom moving back here?”
    Melinda shrugged. “Not right now. She has a life and three other kids I’ve never met in her husband’s hometown. It’s about two hours west. She can only stay a few days. She and her mate, Gene, have to get back. It’s going to be weird getting to know her.”
    Finally, she wiggled back an inch and lifted her gaze to Trace, changing the subject.
    “Your turn.” She grinned.
    He chuckled. “I can’t top that.” Instead of releasing her to sit back down, he pulled her around to the couch and sat her between the two of them. Their heat surrounded her,