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Maggs was Bolt’s old lady, and he was in prison She looked very normal for a woman with a man in jail, and not “old” at all I didn’t think irls seeth blonde hair full of wild curls She was petite and perky and had such an infectious smile you couldn’t help but smile back at her

I really, really wanted to ask why her ed to keep ant, with bronzed skin and long, straight hair Had to be part Indian, I decided Coeur d’Alene Tribe? I didn’t want to ask, but it seeuy called Baht after her mother , probably younger than s around the edges of her irises She was about ht and had brown hair pulled back in a hter, whoever he was

The last of the old ladies was Marie, a short girl with lots of long, broavy hair and a bright, bubbly personality She ith Horse, which I found hard to picture He was huge—you’d think he’d break her or so, a blue stone surrounded by sparkling dia was at the end of the , intense biker I’d et hitched, but he was obviously ready to sign on the dotted line for Marie

Sheand her bachelorette party, the likes of which would put the Reaper men to sha the front doorbell on arrival, it was the first time I’d co rooer had cleaned up quite a bit since thatThe place didn’t shine like before, but the bottles were gone and he’d put the love seat back on the floor The wos and ss of food and drink I showed them downstairs and introduced the wildflowers in honor of our dinner together My grubby little boy melted them instantly, of course

“I have a son who’s a year older than you and another who’s a year younger,” Dancer told him “Maybe you can meet them sometime”

“Do they have Skylanders?” Noah asked, never shy “If they have Skylanders, we should play at your house Otherwise they should come here, because I want to show them the pond”

“Uured out,” Dancer said

Noah shrugged and took off outside again He wasn’t one for wasting time on useless conversation

The only aard moment hen Kimber arrived, shortly after I put Noah to bed She htly, but when they saw her, Maggs and Dancer got funny looks on their faces Whatever they knew about her, Em and Marie clearly weren’t aware of it

“Hi, I’ a blender on the counter She surveyed the rooet this over with I used to work at The Line and I screwed Ruger and a lot of other guys Mostly custo else we need to talk about, or does that about cover it?”

“Holy crap,” Em said, eyes wide “You make a hell of an entrance”

“It would’ve been better if I could carry the vodka and mix with me in one trip with the blender,” Kiaritas? I’ out and have a great tiether if you like Or you can take turns calling me a whore, which is a lot less fun for all of us, but still doable Either way, I’, so let’s process and move on”

“You screw Bolt, Horse, or Bam Bam?” Erew heavy