and gotten my kids safely back here.”
“Yep, and how long have we been dreaming of a cozy little threesome with our human mate?”
“Right, but it doesn’t look like that’s gonna happen any time soon.”
“I’m so sorry,” Kane said, pushing open the door to the information center and stepping through it. “So, what’s the next move?”
“I guess we’ll have to involve Rafe. I was hoping to get this fixed without him having to pull rank, but—”
“Ah, there you both are.” Claudia, their human receptionist, looked up from her computer screen and smiled. “There’s a lady here waiting to see you. She says it’s urgent and personal. I couldn’t get her to say anything more than that.”
“So soon,” Kane said beneath his breath. “Gotta hand it to her, she doesn’t wait around.”
“Then it must be a setup. Someone’s pulling her strings without her being aware. Otherwise she would never have gotten past Vadim’s security patrols. They’d have her pegged as a rogue shifter right off.”
“So would I if that’s what she is.”
“True. Oh well, let’s go and see what she wants.”
Kane shot his lover a wry look. “I think we both already know the answer to that.”
“Well then, she’s out of luck.” Tyrone threw an arm across Kane’s shoulders. “You’re spoken for and I’m not prepared to share you with just anyone.”
“Hold that thought, lover,” Kane said wearily. “Hold that thought.”
Kane shook off Tyrone’s arm and walked into the waiting room feeling like a condemned man, trying to convince himself this was all a bad dream. He glanced up at the woman standing there and stopped dead in his tracks. Their visitor wasn’t the one Kane had woken up with that morning but a redhead with corkscrew curls hanging halfway down her back. She had deep green eyes, curves in all the right places, and an expression that was all business.
A small gasp escaped her lips as she looked up at them. Kane was incapable of making any sound at all because his entire body had gone into sensory overload. He knew without even looking at Tyrone that his buddy would have reacted in the exact same way.
“A redhead,” Tyrone pheromoned. “I didn’t see that one coming.”
“Me neither.”
The woman they were looking at was the one they’d almost given up on finding. The other alphas mated with humans all said that they’d known the moment they looked at their woman that she was the only one for them. They spoke about a sea change occurring inside them before any words were even exchanged. Kane had thought that was sentimental bullshit.
Now he knew differently.
This sassy redhead, regarding them with a combination of curiosity and deep determination, was the female destined to become their mate. He knew it in his leopard soul, and his human one, too.
Unfortunately, though, her timing was lousy.
Chapter Four
Aisha tried to speak, but no words came out. She gulped, attempting to clear the blockage in her throat, and tried again. Still no dice. What the hell was wrong with her? Okay, so these two were easy on the eye, but with Rick’s betrayal still fresh in her mind she was off men, period.
The two guys treated her to a thorough once-over and seemed to like what they saw. Good, that would make them easier to manipulate. She’d vowed never to trade on her femininity to get ahead, but she’d wised up over the last few days. Her short and not-so-illustrious career in television had taught her that it was best to run with what she had. Aisha might not be a stunner, but her appearance tended to get her noticed, if only because of her unusual coloring, and she’d use whatever it took to get what she needed.
“I’m Kane Blair,” one of the guys said, extending a hand. “Something we can do for you?”
Several things sprang to Aisha’s mind, causing her cheeks to warm and her body to spring to life. What was it with her today? She absolutely did not want to go there and