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and she had a hood she could pull up. The neoprene mask offered her more than warmth, so she pulled it on. Diesel’s brows climbed at her action, yet the firm line of his mouth remained curved. He extended his hand as though planning to take her bag, but she tightened her grip and glared at him.
    Maybe she couldn’t hold his gaze, but she wasn’t some helpless ninny. His smile deepened for a second, and a ripple passed through her abdomen. He really was quite handsome. Didn’t matter. According to their mates, all of her brothers were drop dead gorgeous, too. Every single one of them were a pain in the ass, no matter how much she loved them. A pretty face didn’t interest her.
    “Shall we?” she asked when the silence between them stretched. A moment of humor appeared in Julian’s normally expressionless face. Great, now even the Enforcer laughed at her.
    “Of course.” The low gravel hum of Diesel’s voice rasped against her senses. Despite the harshness of it, the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. Ignoring the ridiculous response, she fought her hesitation to approach the door. Both Julian and Diesel stood between her and the destination. No matter her dominance, she didn’t dare cross them, and she’d already made the misstep of challenging the Alpha.
    Months spent stifling her reckless impulses should have made her choice easier. Instead, she relished the anticipation bubbling in her gut. How far could she push them? When neither man moved, she sighed. Another minute passed and she studied the pair of them from beneath lowered lashes. Nearly equal in height, both men sported that nearly platinum shade of blond hair. Their eyes were similar, but where Diesel’s burned with some kind of cold fire, Julian’s were glacially opaque. They seemed almost equal in their dominance, and though both were considerably older than her, they seemed like contemporaries.
    They were also staring at each other. Measuring? Weighing? Considering the best way to take the other out? None of those were ideal in the current situation. Curling her toes inside her boots, the one motion she could make without alerting either of them to her unease, contained the need to tap her foot.
    Either these two were about to lash out in some kind of dominance challenge or they communicated on a level she didn’t understand. Annoyed by either possibility, she cleared her throat. “Is there a secret password or handshake? Or are we waiting for someone to beam us up?” Once upon a time, her mother accused her of possessing an abrasive personality. Ranae had scoffed. Had her mother never seen how she dealt with Ranae’s brothers? A.J., Tyler, and Linc were triplets—
    powerful wolves, each and every one, headstrong, stubborn, and each possessing the trait labeled Alpha potential.
    If Ranae was abrasive, it was because she’d learned how to manage stubborn, hard asses from her mother at an early age.
    The tension in the room seemed to pop, the relief flooding her limbs a visceral reminder of the tangential danger of her position. Diesel chuckled. The harsh sound almost grating and yet liberating in the same breath. She had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from joining him.
    “From the mouths of pups,” Julian spoke first.
    Diesel’s amusement evaporated. “Have a care with your tone.”
    As though undeterred by the warning, the Chief Enforcer wore a bland smile. “It isn’t my tone you take issue with.” The men locked gazes and the temperature in the room plummeted even as the tension rose.
    Ranae could leave it alone, or she could do her job. After peeling away the neoprene, she slid two fingers to her lips and let loose with a shrill whistle. Both men jerked, and the weight of their attention slapped against her. “Pissing contests later. I didn’t put on all these layers to sit here and watch you two butt heads. We have a job to do, and I shouldn’t need to remind either of you.”
    The lines around Diesel’s eyes tightened, and