Twin Wolf Trouble (Shifter Squad Six 2)
Though he wouldn’t have been surprised if those gray eyes of hers would make him spill all the details of their past that he shouldn’t tell anyone. “We were on a job on the train. No details, simply told to keep an eye out. Guess this time it meant ‘be prepared for bombs and terrorists.’”
    He grinned, an easy smile that came naturally to him, keeping Madeline’s gaze.
    “And how do I know you’re actually the good guys? I mean, no offense, you’ve got a great little setup here, but all I know is that I saw you blow some guy’s head off and then I wake up in a place I don’t know. Great hot chocolate though,” she finished, nodding appreciatively at Thatch.
    Smug bastard, he smiled right back.
    “Well, a few things. You’re still alive, so that’s a good sign. If I remember correctly, the other guy tried to shoot you. I didn’t. So one point for us. Secondly, everyone that wasn’t dead on the train by the time we found you is still alive. We don’t have a TV here but trust me, if we did you’d be seeing news coverage of a horrific train accident where dozens of people walked away unscathed.”
    “And we make great hot chocolate. Ever known evil geniuses who put cinnamon in their hot beverages? I don’t think so,” Thatch chuckled.
    “That was my idea,” Tex grumbled.
    “Sure it was,” Thatch jabbed back, making Madeline giggle between the two of them.
    “Okay, all right already! So maybe you two aren’t complete maniacs.”
    “Oh, I’d say we’re maniacs all right. Just the good kind,” Tex announced with a wide grin, winking at Madeline.
    She shook her head, making her lush red curls bounce a little and sweep across her freckled cheeks. She was so hot that being alone near her was making Tex turn into some weird werewolf supernova. He’d never felt so damned attracted to anyone in his life, and the way Thatch kept staring at her like someone had sent her down from the heavens told Tex that he wasn’t alone in his fascination.
    “So what happens now?” Madeline asked, finishing up her chocolate.
    Her shoulders were relaxed now and she was breathing more evenly, easing into the madness. It was inevitable, usually. Shock, then acceptance. The real repercussions of everything that had happened and would happen would hit her later. But Tex, unfortunately, would not be there to help her through it. He knew the drill, though. If The Firm got involved, she’d be picked up from the safe house as soon as it was reasonable to do so, driven to a new location, information pumped out of her and new knowledge fed into her so she could take on her new identity. And then? Then Tex would never see her again.
    That sounded like absolute torture.
    “Well,” Thatch picked up. “You’re stuck with us for the night.”
    Tex shot his brother a look and the slight flame of trouble behind his matching gold-flecked eyes assured Tex that they were both still thinking the same thoughts. Trouble. Always trouble.
    Thatch put the mug on the small table in front of the couch, nudging it further from the edge. Tex’s rifle still lay in pieces on the kitchen table and Thatch’s was resting against the wall a few feet from them. At least one of them was always prepared, always ready. But this time, it struck Tex that neither he nor Thatch seemed to have much interest in being careful.
    For a moment, Madeline looked like she was about to say something to diffuse the growing tense situation between the three of them, maybe even get up and walk away. But she didn’t do that. Instead, she surprised Tex for the umpteenth time that day. Her hand slipped onto Tex’s thigh, and glancing from one to the other, Madeline grinned slightly.
    “I can think of a few things to do, then.”
    Maybe it wasn’t him or Thatch who were the troublemakers this time.
 

CHAPTER SIX
    Madeline
     
    The first kiss alone made her toes curl and her world turn upside down even more than it already had. Her nails dug into Tex’s thigh as

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