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knucklehead would topple over.
    “Naw. It’s no one,” Thatch replied offhandedly, flicking the TV on.
    He clicked through the channels until he arrived on some obscure news channel, blasting Chicago news around the clock. Though seeing as it was Chicago that they were currently hunkered down in, not much was actually going on. Connor, their squad leader, was out somewhere, and Grim was out looking for trouble, presumably, even if it was the middle of the damn day.
    By the sounds coming from one of the adjoining rooms in their spacious, but still suffocating rented apartment, Grant was busy pummeling the shit out of the heavy bag. Only Dutch was in the living room with them, sprawled out on the couch, reading something. Everyone with the notable exception of Thatch were entirely bored of… well, everything. They’d been on hold in Chicago for a week now, waiting for mission details that were arriving “any minute” and it was driving the special ops shifters wild with impatience.
    Thatch, of course, had other things on his mind. Like how to deal once and for all with the guy trying to wrangle money out of him for the last two years, and as usual not coming up with anything other than murder. But that wasn’t his style.
    Though the bastard completely deserves it, he thought grimly.
    Slumping down in a recliner, Thatch kicked his legs up on the coffee table, garnering a look from Dutch. The sniper quirked his brow, looking at Thatch’s boots and then at his face.
    “What?” Thatch snapped, practically snarling.
    After a short pause, Dutch shrugged. “Nothing, man. Chill.”
    Tex leaned back again, stopping his incessant twiddling on another timer. Thatch could feel the question coming before it even left Tex’s mouth, and he already knew it was going to annoy the hell out of him.
    “You cool, bro?”
    “No, I am not cool,” Thatch spat, snapping his neck side to side. “We’ve been on hold for a week while I could have been doing other jobs with other teams, nothing’s fucking happening, and I can feel myself growing old and withered as we fucking wait. This shit’s ridiculous. And it’s Chicago. In the fall. Nothing but wind and rain.”
    Tex smirked, shrugging his shoulders. “And you say I’m high-strung,” he noted, going back to his fiddling.
    He must have a truck full of timers and triggers by now, Thatch thought darkly, glancing at his brother. Exactly what got us into this shit.
    Not getting to do anything twisted him up. The past two years had been a damn headache to begin with. Ever since Blake got in touch, Thatch felt himself getting more and more agitated with the world. It wasn’t made any better by the fact that he couldn’t share his problem with Tex, since it would only escalate the issue. So there he was, getting more agitated, on edge, and aggressive by the day and now The Firm wasn’t even putting his foul mood into use? Fucking fantastic.
    Of course, truth be told, there was one thing that could cool down the unusually hot-headed Thatch. Every now and then, and by that he meant almost on a daily basis, his thoughts would drift to that night he’d had with Madeline and Tex back in Arizona and his stomach would knot up and his throat would go dry. He was an Alpha shifter; it didn’t take too much to realize what had happened that night. And now he couldn’t believe that they’d let her get away.
    It had almost become a game, ignoring that topic with Tex. Thatch could read his brother like an open book, and whenever they saw someone on the street who bore the slightest similarity to her, Tex would be twisting himself into a pretzel, making sure it wasn’t Madeline. And for all his joshing on the topic, Thatch was entirely certain that neither he nor Tex had been with another woman since then.
    They’d found their mate. And they’d let her go. He couldn’t believe what fucking morons they were.
    When they’d said their goodbyes and the team carted her into the big, black,