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Clark.”
    Maddie frowned. “Thought your name was Jax.”
    “It is, but Leno-wannabe here thinks he’s being funny when he calls me Clark. As in Superman,” he clarified, making Ford snort.
    “As in
Clark Kent,
” Ford corrected. “See him squint at the puzzle? Yeah, that’s because he needs reading glasses and he won’t wear them. He
     thinks he won’t ever get laid again if he does. Because apparently squinting is sexier than admitting his vision sucks.”
    “Thanks, man,” Jax said.
    Ford clapped him on the shoulder. “Just keeping it real.”
    Maddie was looking at him. “Actually, you do sort of look like Clark Kent, if he were really fit. And tough. And edgy. What’s
     your superpower?”
    Ford grinned in approval at her and opened his mouth to answer, but Jax reached across the bar, put a hand on Ford’s face,
     and shoved. “I try to keep the superpower on the downlow,” he said. “Because the people here like to gossip.”
    Even with Jax’s hand on his face, Ford managed another snort and tapped the sudoku book in front of Jax. “If he’s a superhero,
     ask him why the puzzle’s still blank. Tick-tock, bro. Tick-tock.”
    “Forget it. And maybe you could actually be the bartender and serve us.” Jax looked at Maddie. “Food?”
    She was too nervous to eat and shook her head.
    “That’s all right,” Ford said. “This guy’ll eat me out ofhouse and home all on his own.” He leaned over the bar, smiling at her, pouring on the charm that got him laid so regularly.
    “Hey,” Jax said.
    Ford grinned at Maddie. “He doesn’t like to share. It’s because I’m hotter than he is.”
    Maddie was smiling again. “You always make fun of your friends?”
    “Hey, you can’t make fun of your own brother, who can you make fun of?”
    Maddie took a long pull on her beer, set it down, then once again turned to face Jax, eyeing him for a long beat. “You’re
     brothers?”
    Jax understood the question. Ford had lighter hair, lighter eyes, and more bulk to his muscle, like a football player. He
     mostly sailed these days and was, in fact, a world-class pro. When on the water, he moved with easy, natural grace, not that
     you could tell by looking at the big lug. “Not by blood.”
    “Yeah, by blood,” Ford said. “We cut each other’s palms and spit on them in the third grade, remember? Misfits unite.”
    Maddie was still dividing her gaze between them. “Neither of you look like misfits.”
    “Ah, but you didn’t see us back then,” Ford said. “Two scrawny, bony-ass kids. The best that could be said of us was we knew
     how to take a beating.”
    “And run fast,” Jax reminded him.
    Maddie looked horrified. “How awful.”
    “It wasn’t so bad.” Ford lifted a shoulder. “We had Sawyer.”
    “Sawyer?”
    “Our secret weapon. He’d been wrestling with his older brothers since before he could walk. It’s why we let him hang out with
     us.”
    Maddie finished her beer and set the empty down, looking infinitely more relaxed. “Another, please.”
    Ford obliged. “So is this a social second round or a get-shit-faced one?”
    She pondered that with careful consideration. “Does it matter?”
    “Only if I have to peel you off the floor and call you a ride.”
    She shook her head. “No floor peeling.”
    Ford nodded and smiled, then turned to Jax and pointed at the puzzle before moving off to serve his other customers.
    Maddie sipped her second beer. “So you and Ford are close.”
    “Yeah.”
    “Do you two fight?”
    “Occasionally.”
    “And how do you settle these arguments?”
    “Depends. Fight night in town square usually works.”
    At that she gave him a long look, and he smiled, making her shake her head at herself. “You’d think LA would have beaten the
     gullible out of me,” she murmured.
    “Nah. I’m just good at pulling legs.”
    “So what do you and Ford argue about? Women?”
    “We try to avoid that.”
    “Okay, not a woman. Something else. Would