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nondescript SUV, Thatch’s stomach had dropped and he was pretty sure his heart had been beating slower ever since. He knew now that he should have gone with her, whatever it took. And he had even tried to find out her new identity in a moment of weakness a few months back, but no luck.
    If The Firm decided that something shouldn’t be known or someone shouldn’t be found, they damn well kept it like that. Their commanding officer, Colonel Hemingway, a retired SEAL like the rest of them, had been very clear on what would happen if Thatch tried to find her on his own. No more job, no more team, no more anything. Thatch figured that he could take it, but he couldn’t make that decision for both himself and Tex. And he knew that if he brought Madeline up, it would open a can of worms neither one of them were prepared to deal with.
    She’s safer without us, Thatch told himself, watching the news with absolute disinterest.
    There was some sort of a commotion going on in the middle of town, a suspected explosion that got Tex picking up his project and walking into the living room to watch it. Thatch, however, couldn’t have cared less. The happy, warm, and fuzzy thoughts he usually had about Madeline, remembering her sweet lips and that body that drove him crazy, were replaced by a nagging anger at himself for fucking up the most important thing in his and Tex’s life.
    Alpha twin shifters were nothing without their mate. And Thatch’s and Tex’s was nowhere to be found, kept from them by both fate and their personal failings. If that didn’t kill what little could have been left of Thatch’s mood after getting a text from his favorite blackmailer, Thatch didn’t know what could.
    “The hell’s going on?” Dutch asked, propping his head up with one hand and closing his book.
    “Some sort of bullshit,” Thatch commented dryly, getting another questioning look from Tex and shaking his head at it.
    Rein it in, man. You’re supposed to be the calm and calculated one, he reminded himself, taking a deep breath and letting the tension flow out of him.
    He was about to peel himself out of the chair and go ask Grant if he could have a go at the heavy bag, or if the medic wanted to spar, when something caught his eye on the screen. Thatch frowned, leaning in closer, and a second later he felt his heart skip a beat.
    “Holy shit,” Tex muttered next to him, dropping the project he was holding.
    “It can’t fucking be,” Thatch said, standing up and walking closer to the flatscreen, crouching down in front of it.
    “What?” Dutch asked again, curiosity in his voice.
    There, standing at the sidelines of the presumed bombing site, trying to make her way through the crowd with a baby stroller, was Madeline. Thatch could only vaguely tell when it was that Tex came to stand next to him, the both of them staring in stunned silence as the camera panned over the crowd and caught a lick of Madeline’s flaming red hair and then her peeking over her shoulder, clearly trying to get as far as she could from both the cameras and the street with the commotion.
    “It is,” Tex finally replied, his voice sounding giddy. “It’s her. We gotta go get her!”
    “No, we can’t,” Thatch spoke, rationality galloping way ahead of his emotions for a hot second.
    He could feel the burning look he was getting from Tex. And that’s when his heart caught up with his head.
    “You’re right. We have to get her. If we recognized her, odds are those fuckers from the train will as well,” Thatch barked, jumping up and leaping into action.
    Tex was halfway through the door, grabbing his go-bag on the way by the time Thatch had realized the urgency of the matter. Of course they had to go get her. The Firm wouldn’t care what the hell happened to her at this point—they’d gone above and beyond by giving her a new identity to begin with. But if something happened to Madeline, Thatch could never live with himself. And then, of course, there