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seconds for it to sink in.
    Holy shit.
    Madison Shellmound.
    She grabbed the front of his black leather cut and squeezed it in her sweet little fists. Normally that would be grounds for a beatdown, but in this case it only encouraged Ford to wrap her in his arms.
    They hugged the living daylights out of each other. They had not parted on good terms.
    Madison had succeeded in convincing her brother Bobby not to prospect in to the Bare Bones. Ford had no idea why she seemed to have suddenly turned on the club. Was she really that mortified he had kissed her? True, the run to Mormon Lake had gone sideways. Ford’s IED performed exactly as planned, and ATF would trace the nails back to an Ace Hardware receipt and empty box of nails he had slyly planted in the Cutlass’ clubhouse.
    But Bobby had failed in his job as a lookout. The only warning they’d gotten that a couple of Cutlasses were coming was the gunshot of a forty-five. Luckily Bobby fainted when he saw the men, so his head wasn’t in the bullet’s path, but the Bare Bones brothers had barely gotten out of there with their skins.
    Madison had vanished the next day. Why would a botched job make her leave town without a word? Ford had looked high and low for her, pestering her friends, Robert, June. It took months for Bobby to report that he’d found his sister living in Flagstaff with a guy named Moe.
    Who the fuck was Moe? Ford beat on Bobby until he got an address out of him, and he even got a Fast Riding Award burning rubber up to Flagstaff. But what could he do? Aside from appearing stalkery, all Ford accomplished was discovering that Moe was indeed, as his name suggested, a mild-mannered guy who ran a Starbucks, and if Madison wanted to fuck him, she had every right. His brothers offered to bury Moe, but Ford resisted their efforts. Putting Moe down would have upset Madison.
    “Oh, my God,” Madison gushed, pulling Ford aside so people could get on the elevator. “Was it even possible for you to get handsomer? Yes, it was possible. Damn, Ford. You just got handsomer. Whoever married you is one lucky woman.”
    “Married?” Ford pulled Madison even farther from the elevator, into a corner by a potted plant. He doubted he was handsomer with his burned, scarred face. Plastic surgery had done a good job but it still looked like he had a layer of Saran wrap over his jaw. “Who the fuck said I was married? Fact, I just broke up with my old lady, ah…” He looked at his phone. “Thirty seconds ago.”
    Madison dropped the smile. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.”
    Ford grinned wryly. “I’m not. She was more of a citizen wife, you know, the type for show. Cropper thinks that now I’m V.P. of the club I should act like an upstanding citizen like him, go golfing and join the Lions or something.”
    Cropper had left Ingrid shortly after Madison had vanished. That was no shocker, but the hangar on Mescal Mountain wasn’t ready, their trucking company wasn’t together yet, so at eighteen Ford had joined the Navy. Since Robert didn’t patch in to the Bare Bones, Ford hadn’t had any connection to Madison for a long, empty time.
    “It’ll be good for you, boy,” Cropper had said, clapping Ford on the back heartily. “They’ll probably want you in the SEALs. Just think—no one’ll ask how you know so much about blowing shit up.”
    “Oh yeah, I can completely see you golfing in your leathers. How long have you been out of the Navy? I heard you were some rough and tough SEAL in Afghanistan or Iraq.”
    “Both those places, yeah. Special Ops go everywhere. But as you can see, fate caught up with me. I tripped an IED and got burned and discharged ‘cause I can’t hear shit out of this ear. Fact, let me stand over here so I can hear you. How did you know I was a SEAL?”
    Madison looked coy. She was always adorable when looking coy—adorable when looking any way, actually. She had blossomed and matured into a ripe and tasty treat of a woman. Looking official