He covered my hands with his own, his flesh vibrating with the power he kept so tightly under control. Then he kissed me, gentle yet full of scorching passion.

Which was why, when he drew away and spoke, I couldn’t believe what he said.

“You’re right, luv. But I still refuse to be a part of this.”

Then I really didn’t believe it when he walked out of the apartment.

Thirteen

This wasn’t the first time Bones had gotten pissed enough to walk out on me. Whoever said marriage was easy? Not me.

“He just needs time to cool off,” I told Denise, who hovered in the doorway, holding a bottle of gin in one hand and a pint of Häagen-Dazs in the other. Had to give it to my best friend: She knew how to cover her bases.

I pointed at the gin. She came inside, handing it over. Then she sat next to me on the bed and popped the lid off the ice cream, digging into that one herself.

“Of course he’ll be back,” she said between spoonfuls. “But are you, you know, okay in the meantime?”

I took a swallow of gin before I answered. “I’ve been better. When Bones does return, we’ll have it out over the way he chose to express his dissenting opinion, but marriage is a marathon. Not a sprint.”

Denise raised her spoon in salute. “True, that.”

I patted her arm, taking a last swig of gin before I put the bottle on the nightstand. Then I pulled out one of my burner phones, dialing a number that used to connect me to my uncle when he was alive.

“Madigan,” a brusque voice answered.

“This is Cat Russell,” I said. “We need to talk.”

The space of two heartbeats went by before Madigan replied, “Aren’t we doing that now?” in a manner that sounded more cautious than sarcastic.

I let out a short laugh. “Humor never was your strong suit, Jason. I mean face-to-face, and sooner rather than later.”

“Come on over, then. You know where I am,” was his reply.

“So I can stand in the cross fire of dozens of machine guns concealed in your walls?” My scoff was soft. “Thanks, but no.”

This time, his silence stretched longer than a couple heartbeats. Probably trying to figure out how I knew about the guns.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked at last.

“Midnight tonight at the Rat Branch Pier off Watauga Lake. It’s just east of Hampton, Tennessee. Come alone, and I’ll do the same.”

Laughter floated across the line, harsh as glass being ground by rocks. “You’ll do the same? We both know Bones is glaring over your shoulder right now, silently vowing to accompany you.”

“If he were here, he would be,” I said, and that was the unvarnished truth. “But we already had this fight, and he got pissed and left. That’s why our meeting has to be tonight. He won’t be gone long, and once he’s back, he’ll insist on coming.”