“Give it up.” Harley chuckled. “They are so going to fight.”

Moon had his arms crossed over his chest, looking bored. He nodded at Trisha.

“Want popcorn?” Harley headed for the kitchen. “I love to eat it when I watch a good fight.”

“I’ll take some,” Moon grunted.

“Stop it,” Trisha sighed. “There will be no fistfights in the living room. At least take it outside to the yard if you two are determined to beat each other up. Slade? Do you hear me? Brass? Come on, guys. No fighting inside the cabin.”

Slade’s gaze shifted to Trisha. “I am not leaving you. Tell him to go deal with Justice’s projects. He can handle ordering a bunch of humans to build things on time as good as I can. They respond well when we snarl and show teeth. It motivates them to work faster to get away from us.”

Brass cursed. “I have no idea what projects need to be done. All I said was that you can leave to do your job during the day and I told you that you can stay with her at night.”

“She’s mine,” Slade growled. “You’re telling me when I can spend time with her? Don’t even try it. You have no say when it comes to my woman.”

“I’m telling you that I can take care of her while you are at work. You have a job, remember? She doesn’t need four of us sitting here watching her. She’s safe in the wild zone. Valiant promised to talk to the others and that she would be protected by all of them. He assured me no humans would come near her.”

Slade didn’t appear convinced. “Do you need me to show you who can protect her better? Do you want me to wipe the ground with you again?”

“Enough!” Trisha yelled, finally losing her temper. She realized they weren’t exactly normal men but their dominating nature started to irritate her. She glared at Slade. “You, stop beating your chest and threatening my friends.” Her attention fixed on Brass next. “And you, stop baiting him.” She sighed, lowering her voice as she stared at Slade. “You do have a job to do and I’m fine here. I don’t see why you can’t go to work and come home to me at the end of the day.”

“Fine,” Slade snarled. “Choose your friend over me.” He stomped to the door.

“Slade? Stop thinking that way,” Trisha groaned. “That’s not it. Please just―”

Slade spun when he reached the door. “I will see you tonight.”

He stormed out and slammed the door. Trisha walked to the couch and threw herself down, cursing softly. She sensed three pairs of eyes on her and she looked back at each of them.

“Why did him saying that sound as if it were a threat?”

Moon grinned at Trisha. “Because it was.”

“Yeah,” Harley agreed. “You’re going to get it tonight.” He removed the popcorn from the microwave. “But I doubt he’d let us watch whatever it is he will be plotting to do to you to get even. I do enjoying watching  p**n  movies though. I’m betting that it would be a good show. Too bad.”

“Porn?” Trisha sputtered, shooting Harley a glare. “That’s not funny.”

“He won’t hurt you but…” Moon winked at her. “I bet he’s going to think up something good to do to you. He’ll want to convince you to pick him next time if there’s an issue of you choosing.”

She frowned. “What does that mean?”

Brass laughed. “We are aggressive and competitive. It’s our nature. He’s going to probably do something that soothes his pride.”

“His pride? I wasn’t picking you over him. What do you think he’s planning? Come on, guys. I’m a doctor for goodness sake. Stop talking in riddles. What do you think he’s going to do to me?”

“My guess?” Moon grinned. “He’s going to turn you on until he makes you beg him to f**k you. He’ll want to show you who your body belongs to and why he’s your male. Then his pride will be fixed where you dented it.”

“He’s canine.” Harley chuckled. “I know what I’d do to a woman if I wanted to show her I was in charge. I’d mount her and―”

“Harley!” Brass snarled, giving him a dirty look. “Shut up.”

“What? I was just going to say I’d ride her until she couldn’t move.” He winked at Trisha. “Us dogs are hornier than hell and we can go for hours.”

Brass groaned and wore a disgusted expression as he glanced at Trisha. “Never ask a dog his opinion about sex. Big mistake.”

Trisha laughed. “I’m hungry. Is anyone else ready for breakfast?” She lifted an eyebrow at Harley and his popcorn. “That’s disgusting to eat this early.”

“Breakfast, hell. I had the night shift. I’m going to go to bed after I eat this. This is my midnight snack.”

* * * * *

Slade stared at the desk and was certain Trisha had to be trying to drive him crazy. He hated being inside, surrounded by walls, and the temporary office was nothing more than a large rectangular box on wheels. The entire place smelled of humans and although he was adjusting to the scent, he didn’t want to be around any, not trusting them completely. He turned his head to watch four of them working at other desks. Two were on the phone, one sipped coffee, and the last one scratched his head while staring at blueprints opened up in front of him.

“Is there a problem, Richard?”