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When it’s finished, it will be a piece of art.”
    Now she glared at him. “Are you kidding?” Her voice rose. “That giant monstrosity will never be anything but a way to defile the land and draw unwanted big business to the reservation.”
    Keegan inhaled sharply and then blew out a breath. “We might have to agree to disagree on that issue.”
    “Or you might need to see my side,” she responded defiantly.
    His face lit up as he grinned. “Feisty.”
    “Don’t you forget it.”
    “Our woman is passionate,” he added.
    Trace glanced at her. “I’m not sure now is the best time to get into a pissing match.”
    “True.” Keegan rubbed his hands on his legs. “For the record, I’m assigned by the city. I don’t choose the buildings that need inspection, hon. But I can’t wait to argue with you in the future.”
    “Oh, we aren’t arguing about that ugly casino blocking the view of the lake, bringing unwanted superstores to the area, closing down the mom and pop shops that have been there for over a century, including my shop.”
    “Think of the financial gain—” Keegan started to protest.
    “Or think of claiming our mate without getting punched in the face,” Trace interrupted.
    “Right. Sorry.” Keegan pursed his lips, and Melinda glared at him, noticing the obvious energy he expended fighting against continuing their disagreement.
    She might have laughed, if it were funny. But nothing about the land development project was funny. She didn’t care if he was just doing his job. She’d been on the side of the opposition since the beginning. And after the earthquake, her side bought months of delays by continuing to push their issues.

    The earthquake had been an excellent deterrent. After the collapse of many buildings in the area and the destruction of parts of the casino monstrosity, many members of her tribe had switched sides. At this point, there were far more people opposed than before the earthquake.
    But the builders already had permits, and stopping them didn’t seem a belated possibility. After a year on hold, she was well aware that the casino had resumed construction a few weeks ago.
    Trace pulled up to a ranch-style home. Melinda peered out the window at her first glimpse into Keegan’s world. The house wasn’t huge, but it was immaculate on the outside. A certain amount of pride went into every bush, the perfectly groomed grass, and the quaint front porch with two Adirondack chairs situated at an angle with each other.
    Melinda blew out a breath, already knowing this mate of hers was type A. If they were going to be at odds over that damn casino, wait until he found out what the inside of her condo looked like.
    Keegan opened the passenger door and jumped down. He reached back as Melinda scooted to the edge of the seat and lifted her out.
    “I’m pretty good at getting in and out of cars, Keegan. Been doing it for years. I even have my own driver’s license.” She was half teasing, but she hoped she sounded somewhat serious. She was still feeling confrontational.
    He didn’t release her waist. Instead he set his forehead against hers. “I know, but I like touching you. So get used to it.”
    With him so close and in her personal space, he consumed her, blocking out the world. When he finally released her, he took her hand and led her to the porch.
    Trace unlocked the front door.
    “You have a key?” she asked. It was Keegan’s house.
    Trace nodded. “We’ve been close for twenty-five years, babe. He has a key to my condo too.”
    How close? She was worried about the number of women they might have shared over the years. She couldn’t decide if she was jealous or flat out scared.
    Trace held the door open and motioned for her to enter.
    The first thing she noticed when she stepped inside and Keegan flipped on the light switch was the entire place smelled of primarily Keegan with a hint of Trace. No one else. That both comforted and intoxicated her.
    At least they