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hand while trying to suavely accept his thanks.
    Of course, he'd stepped on her foot when he turned to leave. Even so, she remembered how touched he'd seemed that she'd lent him some of her soothing presence. He'd already been pretty strapping at that age, towering over her. For a wolf that big to be so gentle to her was something she'd remembered.
    “Hmm,” she said aloud. She fussed harder with a mannequin's dress.
    Her phone's tinkling ring coming from behind the sales counter sent her hurrying back to it. The choices of who would be calling her while she was at work were limited, but right now she needed the distraction.
    She fished around in her favorite purse (Coach, of course, a gorgeous soft leather in shades of coral, ginger, and cocoa, big enough she could practically stuff herself into it) and pulled out the small, almost annoyingly cheerful device. Maybe it was time to change that ring tone.
    When she looked at the screen, she almost dropped the phone. The name CALEB BARDOU flashed at her, demanding to be answered.
     
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    Caleb crashed into the mat, hard, and rolled onto his back wheezing and gasping for air.
    “You sure didn't see that move coming, did you?” Rafe asked in that deceptively mild tone he used a lot. Big brother stood over him, hands on hips, shaking his head as Caleb lay there like a landed fish. He couldn't even find the air to answer yet.
    “You've been training like a maniac for months now. Where's your concentration today?”
    Caleb gave his brother a simple reply that involved one of his fingers as he lay there trying to make his lungs work again. Rafe snorted out a chuckle.
    Foolish, his wolf rumbled in his head. Yeah, that was true enough. He worked out hard and trained harder to prevent exactly this sort of situation in real life: a rogue getting the drop on him somewhere. Those tricky bastards were out there, and they were plotting something. Maybe Alpha didn't want to see it, maybe he wanted to play kumbaya with them all, but Caleb wasn't buying it for a second. Rogues were rogue for a reason, and it wasn't because they liked to play nice with well-ordered packs.
    “You need to keep a cool head when fighting, Caleb.” Rafe's mild voice nevertheless held a warning.
    Still too winded to reply, Caleb shook his head and glared as ferociously as he could while still trying to gasp. The time for a cool head was over. The rogues wanted to play dirty? Fine with him. Rafe could be the cool head in the pack. Caleb's was on fire, and he liked it that way.
    His wolf growled in enthusiastic agreement.
    Rafe's lips twisted in the way Caleb knew meant disapproval. He didn't care. Rafe was his alpha. He was very close to leaving anyway, to go start his new pack. Caleb only had to answer to the Black Mesa Alpha. So far, his father hadn't said anything specific about his actions, except that he wasn't to go after any rogues just yet. As soon as that order was lifted, though, he planned to start his own battles.
    Rafe raised an eyebrow at Caleb and shifted direction. “Late night again for you, wasn't it? Don't tell me you're distracted by a woman.”
    His brother's satisfied smile made Caleb want to hurl a bit. Ever since Rafe had finally managed to convince Sara she was his mate, he'd been impossibly smug and deeply happy.
    Caleb wanted his siblings to be happy. Of course he did. But right there was an example of how women made you soft. Rafe, Mr. Cool-and-Collected, was in la-la land half the time these days. And Caleb? Well, fine. He could admit he'd sort of been picturing the soft lips of a dark, sweet little female wolf—right before Rafe had surprised him with that beautiful flying guard pull.
    “Hell, no,” he finally managed to get out. Rolling over, he pushed himself onto all fours and breathed again a few times before standing up. Getting the wind knocked out of yourself was a bitch. “That's your thing.”
    Rafe laughed, although he kept a speculative gaze on Caleb. “If you say