Twin Wolf Trouble (Shifter Squad Six 2) by Anya Nowlan Page B

chit-chat. Those evenings were invaluable to Madeline, seeing as she hardly knew anyone in or around Chicago other than at her job, and she wasn’t even going there anymore.
    Everything had changed after that day on the train. She’d found out that the train had only been stopped because of some good luck involving an incline and someone managing to get the emergency brakes to respond—the someone in question was quite definitely Thatch, in Madeline’s opinion, but he was never mentioned—and it was a miracle that so few people died. Madeline figured that she was maybe the only true civilian who knew what had really happened on that train.
    She’d expected it to haunt her. It did, in a way, but never as badly as she had feared. Sure, sometimes she would wake up in a cold sweat, thinking that the man who wanted to kill her was standing by her bed or something equally as crazy, but those dreams were few and far between and growing ever rarer as her boys came into her life. There was another, much more prevalent dream, and plenty of daydreams though, that kept her attention.
    Tex and Thatch had been on her mind every single day since she left them at that safe house in Arizona. They’d fucked the night away, the three of them, and it had been the most delicious experience Madeline had ever had. She’d had them every way she could think of, and them her. It had been amazing, and though she wished she could distill all those memories and never let them go, she figured that if she had to only remember those two strong, spectacular men by that night and their heroics on the train, that wouldn’t be too bad.
    She’d been on birth control when they had met that night, but she got pregnant anyway. She’d blamed the potency of her two lovers, and it seemed like a solid enough assumption. When she found out she was pregnant, she’d known immediately that she’d keep the babies. What she’d told Thatch and Tex had been true—she wanted to bring children into a loving family—but for her, the right decision was to make sure that she would be all the love they needed, if fate had decided things that way.
    She’d manage. She always did. No matter what, she’d make it work.
    Anything for my boys, she thought, taking a big sip of her wine.
    “Earth to Adley! You still there? Did I give you too much wine? I’m happy to keep it all,” Fiona said with a laugh, waving her hand in front of Madeline’s face.
    “Oh! Sorry,” Madeline replied with a start, brushing the thought of her hot wolves out of her head. “What were you saying?”
    “I was asking if you wanted to come for a walk in town tomorrow. Cornell is leaving me with the van so we could fit the kids and the strollers in it and go have a walk through town. You know, see humans again, the type other than the suburban variety?”
    Madeline nodded quickly, grabbing for the wine bottle to fill her glass again.
    If it gets Tex and Thatch off of my mind for a minute, I’ll do anything!
    “That sounds like a great plan. What time?”
    But as usual in Madeline’s life, nothing easy was actually going to be easy. There was no such thing as a simple walk with luck like Madeline’s!
 

CHAPTER EIGHT
    Thatch
     
    “I’ll be expecting to see you tomorrow, man. Bring the cash.”
    The text was nondescript as usual. Thatch’s face hardened as he stuffed the phone into his pocket, pretending to ignore it but knowing damn well he was going to show up. Blake Wilby was like a big pus-filled wart on his life for the last two years, sucking the life out of him however he could. And the worst thing was, Thatch couldn’t get rid of him. Instead of putting the son of a bitch out of his mind once and for all, one way or another, he constantly had to pander to the man’s ever-increasing appetite for money and being a pain in Thatch’s ass.
    “What was that? That girl from last week blowing up your phone?” Tex asked, leaning back with his chair so far that Thatch was sure the