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cheerfully called, putting his rifle down mid-cleaning and getting up.
    Fuck, I’m sore. Need to talk to the lieutenant about upping those damn resistance classes again, he thought, stretching his legs as he stalked over to the bed that housed their most prized possession.
    “You want something, Miss? Something for the headache, a brown paper bag to heave into, a strong shoulder to cry on?” Thatch called from the kitchen area of the apartment they were currently occupying, which was one-room with an open kitchen-living room-bedroom.
    It was the best they could do on short notice. Even The Firm didn’t keep that many safe houses in fucking Arizona of all places! Tex grinned at his brother, the kettle going off at the right time and giving him a second alone with Madeline. He knelt next to the couch she was curled up on and instinctively brushed a lock of hair out of her face. Touching her was damn near electric and he felt a straight buzz go through him.
    She blinked the sleep out of her eyes, the small shot of medication they’d given her after she’d stirred the first time, kicking and screaming, having apparently worked wonders. Thatch had insisted on checking with Grant before they administered her anything, even though both Tex and his brother had gotten extensively trained on most simple procedures and common medical equipment and drugs for their field work. But that was the kind of guy Thatch was—careful to a fault. A polar opposite of Tex in many ways.
    “Hey, sugar. How was the sleep? Did you dream of me?” he asked, grinning.
    Shit, she’s gorgeous .
    And it wasn’t just the adrenaline talking, or the fact that he’d watch her almost take a bullet and still keep her head on her shoulders. Madeline was no pushover, and with those legs, eyes, and body, hell, Tex would have bought anything she sold. By the glances Thatch kept sneaking at them, his brother seemed to share that sentiment.
    “Where are we?” she asked, sitting up on the couch sharply and then wincing, grabbing her head. “And why do I feel like a truck ran over me?”
    “We’re in Arizona. That’s all you get to know, sorry. And we had to sedate you a little. Whoa now, calm down!” Tex called, catching her mid-leap as she was trying to make it off the couch like a tiger throwing herself across a chasm.
    He threw her back on the couch as gently as he could and then stood up, raising his hands apologetically.
    “Madeline, listen to me. We’re the good guys. You’re safe. I can’t tell you anything about where you are for your own benefit. The less you know the better, okay?”
    His lips thinned in worry as he heard Thatch close in on them from behind, holding two cups of steaming hot chocolate. They exchanged a look amongst one another, that good old twin telepathy getting them on the same wavelength pretty easily. Mission objectives: calm down the smoking-hot redhead by any means necessary. Lock and load.
    “You drugged me, you took me to an undisclosed location and you won’t let me leave! I don’t know if you sound like good guys to me! I saw you shoot a guy for God’s sake!” Madeline mewled, her lovely voice breaking a little in the first throes of hysteria.
    It had started out much the same the first time she came to, but then they’d had the unfortunate additional problem of being stuck in an armored vehicle The Firm had sent to the scene. They couldn’t exactly spend a lot of time calming her down when they needed to put as much distance between themselves and the train as possible, so the sedative had been the only option. By the looks of her now, she at least didn’t remember that little tidbit. Though he could definitely still feel the way her tight, curvy body had squirmed against his chest as Thatch administered the shot, whispering comforting words in her ear as he did so.
    Tex found the two hot chocolate mugs unceremoniously shoved in his hands as Thatch kneeled down so he could be eye-level with her. Tex hid