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It was a bright, sunny day in Green Hills and Tom was cutting cucumbers at the kitchen island. That in of itself wasn't strange or unique, but he wasn't alone. A few feet away, seated at the counter smearing mayonnaise over bread, were Sonic and Tails. By this point Sonic was a staple in the Wachowski household, being a resident for the past eight months. Tails was a new addition, but no less welcome.
It did Tom's heart proud to see Sonic engaging with someone not only close to his age, but his own . . . kind? Although, thanks to Tails he supposed the correct term was "mobian." Certainly felt kinder than "alien."
He and Maddie downplayed their gratitude at learning the term in front of Sonic so he wouldn't feel self-conscious. Before, whenever they tried to find out about Sonic's home planet (which they also recently learned was called Mobius) he'd get cagey and try to change the subject.
It took some time, but they eventually came to the sad realization that Sonic just didn't know. He'd been sent to Earth at such a young age, likely four or five as best as they could tell. Tails' inventions were proof that Mobius and Earth were more or less the same in terms of how technologically advanced they were, so it was likely Sonic and Longclaw lived off the grid. Sonic had mentioned Longclaw put a lot of effort into keeping him safe, and at least on Earth that was typically the best way to go about it. That meant Sonic didn't interact much with his own kind, so his knowledge would be limited.
At any rate, Tom and Maddie came to the decision that they'd turn opportunities to get to know their newest family members into secret ways to teach themselves and Sonic about where he came from. Tom didn't think it wrong that Sonic gave off an almost Pinnochio-like impression to want to be a "real human boy" as long as that's what he truly wanted, and not his only option. He adjusted pretty damn well for a kid growing up alone and stranded on an alien planet in Tom's opinion, but Sonic deserved choices.
"Did I add enough, Sonic?" Tails asked.
Tom paused in his cutting and glanced over. The two boys had traded their normal gloves for clear disposable ones, per Tom's instructions. He'd given them the choice between washing with soap and water and using their bare paws, or to use the disposable gloves. While all the boys were vigilant in cleaning their everyday gloves, Tom didn't feel they were sanitary enough for food prep.
Sonic opted for the disposable gloves, followed closely by Tails. Tom pretended not to notice, but it was adorable how often Tails copied Sonic. It was obvious from the beginning that Tails was in awe of him. Initially, Tom had been worried that Sonic would let the hero worship go to his head, but Sonic stood by what he said in Hawaii.
Tom hadn't gotten the full story of how Sonic got Tails injured, but Sonic was taking the matter seriously. He answered all of Tails' many questions and didn't get angry when Tails copied not only his choices, but even some of his actions. However, being a middle child himself, Tom knew having a copycat could get irritating. He hoped it wouldn't get too bad between them.
"Looks great!" Sonic said, flashing two thumbs up. Tails beamed at the praise, his twin tails wagging furiously.
Tom walked over to appraise their work. As Sonic said, the two of them did a good job preparing all five plates. The counter had more than a few globs of mayo on it, but food prep was always messy.
"Sonic's right, good job," Tom said. He grabbed two of the plates. "I'll add the cucumbers, so how about you boys clean the counter and start setting the table?"
"You got it." Sonic gave him a quick salute before jumping off the chair to remove his disposable gloves. Tails fumbled for a moment, before giving Tom a salute of his own. He smeared some mayonnaise on his forehead in the process, and Tom couldn't fight a fond smile.
Tom put down the plates. "Stay right there, let me help you." He grabbed a rag, used the faucet to get a corner of it damp, then moved toward Tails.
Until now, Tails had stared at him in curiosity, but as Tom got closer he stiffened. He didn't seem scared, just wary and unsure.
"I'm just gonna get the mayo out of your fur," Tom explained. This kind of stuff was second nature after looking after Sonic for so long, and Tom had forgotten how skittish Tails could be. It made sense, given how much bigger he and Maddie were, but with enough time he hoped Tails would come to trust them.
Tails' eyes flicked to just past Tom (likely looking to Sonic) before he gave a small nod. Tom mentally cheered before he wiped away the mayonnaise as quickly as he could while still being gentle.
"There you go." Tom turned toward the sink once again, like taking care of Tails was no big deal, and got the whole rag wet with a little bit of soap. He wrung it out so it wouldn't be dripping, and placed it on the counter. "You can use this to clean once you take off the gloves." Tails nodded, looking a little happier, and jumped off his chair as well.
“I can’t wait for you to meet Ozzie,” Sonic said once he and Tails started setting the table. "He's got yellow fur, just like you!"
Tails glanced at one of the pictures in the dining room that had Ozzie in it. “He seems nice," he said, "but . . . kind of big.”
“You helped take down a robot hundreds of feet tall,” Tom said, layering cucumbers on all the sandwiches. “A dog will be nothing.”
“Yeah!” said Sonic. “Don't worry, he’s super fun and chill. When I met him at Aunt Rachel’s house he licked my face.”
“How come Knuckles is the only one who went with Maddie to pick him up?”
Tom winced. “Well, there’s a good chance Ozzie saw Knuckles attack Sonic, so Maddie’s introducing him to Ozzie as a friend. We also don’t want to introduce too many new things to him at once."
Tails seemed to be consider it for a moment before he shrugged. “Makes sense."
The other newest addition to the Wachowski household, Knuckles, had left with Maddie about half an hour ago to fetch Ozzie. With all the house repairs, Tom and Maddie felt it best to let Ozzie stay at the vet office. He was well cared for, and Tom was forever grateful they'd trained him to go there.
It wasn't until he and Maddie got into the G.U.N. helicopter that they noticed the text messages from Dr. Bashir, Green Hills' only other veterinarian. After coming to the clinic that morning and finding Ozzie, she sent one of the receptionists to their house, and the damage was discovered. The whole office knew Maddie and Tom were in Hawaii at the time, so it was obvious Sonic was in trouble.
Thankfully, gigantic murdering robots aside—everything worked out fine. They didn't have to add combing the forest to find a lost dog to the town's milelong to-do list. Even though Tom, Maddie, and Sonic had narrowly escaped being squashed by said robot, they had to go straight to work.
The damage to Green Hills was far greater this time around compared to Robotnik's initial attack. This time, multiple streets were torn up and littered with random chunks of debris. Eight months ago, an asphalt paving company showed up out of the blue and repaired the damage caused by Robotnik's weapons and Sonic's lightning. When Tom asked about who ordered the service, they simply said Robotnik Enterprises. Then Commander Walters delivered that paltry Olive Garden gift card, and Tom figured it meant the government was covering Robotnik's tracks.
This time though, G.U.N. actually stayed and did a full survey of damages. Tom had been surprised at how proactive they were being, and especially so when Commander Walters personally delivered a check to cover the damages to their house.
It turned out they had Rachel to thank for that. She'd given Randall an earful. According to Maddie, she'd written a loooong list of demands that Randall had to accomplish to get back into her good graces. And that was only to go on a "new" first date! Despite her behavior toward him, Tom was pleased she wasn't making it easy for Randall. Not only that, but she'd actually asked him how Sonic and the other "furry aliens" were doing. Tom didn't have proof yet, but he secretly hoped Randall's betrayal would be the catalyst to Rachel dropping the weird dislike of him. Then they could truly "bury the hatchet" as she'd said.
Once Tails and Knuckles were a little more settled in, Tom planned on inviting Jojo over. She and Sonic had already bonded, and Tom just knew she'd love to get to know her new cousins better. Plus, Maddie said that Rachel liked Tails' inventions, so hopefully spending some time with the kid would better endear her to Sonic and Knuckles. The little guy was irresistibly cute; like a baby kitten.
And on that note, just how old was Tails anyway? Tom's best guess was twelve, because he was obviously younger than Sonic and Knuckles. It felt like a solid guess, but Tom couldn't be entirely sure. There were moments where Tails behaved like a five-year-old, but his intelligence sometimes gave off the impression he was closer to twenty. An inevitable quirk of being a genius, Tom supposed. Still, it was about time he asked.
"Hey, Tails," Tom started. "How ol—" He was interrupted by the sound of keys jiggling at the front door. It stole the attention of the two boys; their ears first flicked in that direction, followed by their heads.
“Well, there they are!” Tom would have to ask Tails later. He wiped his hands and threw the towel over his shoulder. “Let’s go welcome them.”
Sonic of course rushed forward in a streak of blue while Tails ran at a normal pace. When Tom and Tails made it to the hallway, Sonic was at the open door ruffling Ozzie’s face and laughing at the tongue licking him.
“That’s still so gross!” Sonic laughed. He turned to face Tails. “Ozzie, I want you to meet—”
Like a flipped switch, Ozzie went from loving family pet to ferocious attack dog. He snarled and started barking non-stop. Tom was ashamed to say he just stood there in shock as his sweet-tempered dog charged at Tails like he was an armed intruder. In his defense, even Sonic was too shocked to react—
—but thankfully Tails wasn’t.
Tails shrieked, high-pitched and inhuman as he bolted into the living room on all fours. He ran straight to the built-in bookshelf by the fireplace and scurried up it, knocking everything down in his haste. Tom wondered why Tails didn't fly up onto one of the rafters, but one look at his face as Tom rushed into the room answered that question.
It was . . . after having Sonic with them for months, Tom no longer saw him as a talking hedgehog. He and Maddie of course knew how to avoid getting pricked by his quills, but Sonic acted so much like a regular kid it was easy to forget he was well, different. And while they’d only had Knuckles and Tails for a week and a half, Tom thought of them the same way.
That is—until now.
Now Tails looked more like an oversized Earth fox than an alien fox kid. His orange fur was poofed up with his two tails straight up behind him to try and look bigger. His big blue eyes that normally made him look like he belonged in kindergarten were pinpricks, and his muzzle actually looked like a muzzle. Tails’ lips were curled back to show off some truly sharp looking canines. Even though Ozzie started it, Tom wasn’t sure if the dog would come out on top.
The only thing that slightly “ruined” the look were the sounds Tails was making. Tom had the strangest urge to look up fox noises on his phone, because was that really what they sounded like? Tails was making these angry, high-pitched whines interspersed with barks and odd clicks. Honestly—he almost sounded like a bird.
Resisting the urge, Tom rushed forward to grab at Ozzie. He grabbed the collar with one hand and dropped to his knees to wrap an arm around Ozzie's chest. Thankfully, the bookshelf was high enough that Ozzie couldn't reach Tails, but Tom didn't want Ozzie to start jumping. He managed to yank Ozzie back a few feet, but he wasn't sure how long he could keep this up.
Maddie and Sonic had shoved themselves between Ozzie and Tails, and the living room erupted with yells to back off and pleas for Tails to calm down. The only one who seemed to be enjoying himself was Knuckles.
“Truly, a remarkable display of dominance!” he cried, like he was at a sporting match.
“Knuckles!" Tom risked twisting his head to look at him. "A little help?!”
Knuckles raised a brow like Tom was being ridiculous. "Your beast has been forced to stay away from home for many days, surely he would enjoy a friendly—"
“Tails is scared!” Maddie yelled.
Knuckles’ good mood immediately evaporated. He looked at Tails in concern. After a moment, his face hardened and he walked closer to Tom and Ozzie.
In one smooth motion, Knuckles grasped the back of Ozzie's collar, and lifted him (and Tom!) an inch off the ground. Tom immediately let go and scooted against the wall to avoid hurting Ozzie.
“Stand down, mighty Wachowski warrior!” Knuckles commanded. “The young one is not a threat and you are scaring him!”
Tom wasn’t sure how Knuckles managed to be so assertive and calm at the same time, but to his shock Ozzie actually listened. He immediately stopped barking, then whined and nudged his head in Tails’ direction. It was almost as if he were a pouting child arguing that Tails was a danger.
“Good dog,” Knuckles said. He pet Ozzie with his free paw and started dragging him toward the kitchen. Knuckles didn’t budge an inch when Ozzie tried to lunge back into the room. “Lord Donuts, go fetch the Fox’s blanket so that we may prove he is an ally.”
The instinct to reply with “say please” that Tom had come to use with Sonic fizzled out. Now was not the time. He spared a moment to see how Maddie and Sonic were faring. She was blocking Tails’ view of Ozzie with her arms outstretched. Somehow, Sonic had already grabbed a chair to stand on so he could reach Tails. As Sonic moved closer, Tom realized that Tails’ claws had pierced through his gloves and were embedded in the wood.
A brief twinge of irritation was easily overshadowed by guilt. It was no different from when Sonic accidentally scraped the walls with his quills. The little guy nearly had a panic attack with worry, so Tom made a mental note to make sure Tails didn’t feel guilty either.
“You got this, Mads?”
“On it,” she answered without turning around. “Get the blanket and work with Knuckles. Sonic and I will take care of Tails.”
The fox in question flinched hard when Sonic touched his paws, but his fur slowly started to flatten as Sonic kept whispering things like "it's okay, I've got you" and "we won't let anything bad happen to you." The last thing Tom saw before he left the room was Tails (now fully cognizant) look at Sonic with tears in his eyes.
As Sonic coaxed Tails off the bookshelf, Maddie fought to keep a whirlwind of emotions under control. There was relief that Knuckles managed to subdue Ozzie, pride in Sonic for being so sweet with Tails, worry at how Tails had immediately gone into panic mode, and the teensiest bit of jealousy that she wasn’t the one with her arms full of a fluffy fox.
. . . Look, it took every ounce of self-control she had not to smother the colorful kids with affection every time she laid eyes on them. Sonic had more or less warmed up to consistent hugs, only holding back sometimes from obviously years of solitude. Maddie knew how to get skittish animals to start trusting her, and it was working with Sonic.
Was that the best way to think about the kids she had more or less committed to be a mother toward? Maybe not, but she had more experience with wild animals than human children, so sue her for building off what she knew.
Anyway, she followed behind Sonic with her arms outstretched, ready to balance him if needed. Tails was clinging to Sonic—arms, legs, and tails—and while it was true Sonic was taller, it wasn’t by much. To his credit, Sonic moved with care and precision and made it all the way to the couch without tripping.
Sonic paused for a moment than looked at her with a sheepish grin. “Um, can you . . .” He gestured to the couch with his head and Maddie smiled in spite of herself.
“I gotcha.” She stepped in front of him, planted her feet, then awkwardly hefted the two kids onto the couch.
“Thanks,” Sonic mumbled.
“Anytime, sweetie.” Maddie bent down to kiss his forehead. Despite Sonic’s soft whine, he couldn’t hide his smile, which Maddie counted as a win. She couldn’t wait to get to this point with the others.
Tails shuddered and let out a sad whimper from where he’d buried his face into the crook of Sonic’s neck.
“Sh-sh-sh, it’s all right, buddy, I got you,” Sonic whispered. He rubbed Tails’ back, ruffling up his fur even more. “Ozzie’s not gonna hurtcha, I promise.”
Maddie’s heart broke when Tails whimpered again. It almost sounded like a kit calling out for its mom. Was this just a normal thing on Mobius, or was Tails younger than she thought?
Whatever the answer was, it could wait until Tails calmed down. Though that might take a while, because despite Sonic’s soft assurances, Tails’ fur kept sticking up after Sonic brushed over it with his gloves. It gave Maddie an idea.
“Stay here with him, I’ll be right back,” she said. She took a few careful steps back to avoid startling Tails, then dashed upstairs to her and Tom’s bedroom.
She wrenched one of her dresser drawers open, dug out a yellow brush, and ran back downstairs. She had this whole plan to gift Tails and Knuckles with specialty brushes, complete with a party and everything, but now was as good a time as any.
As she came back down the stairs, she snuck a peek into the kitchen. Knuckles still had a death grip around Ozzie’s collar, but Ozzie wasn’t straining against it anymore. Tom was kneeling in front of Ozzie, whispering something and holding a light blue blanket under his nose. She was impressed that Knuckles had the clarity to think of getting Ozzie used to Tails’ scent.
In hindsight, she should have started that right after the battle with Robotnik. She was a vet for heaven’s sake! Granted, she just assumed Ozzie would take to Tails and Knuckles as easily as he did with Sonic, but that was a poor excuse. Wild hedgehogs and echidnas weren’t exactly commonplace here in Green Hills, but foxes were. She’d seen her fair share of injured (and dead) foxes from traps and dog attacks, so this should have come as no surprise.
Some vet and caretaker she was. When Maddie sat on the couch, she vowed to do better.
“Oh wow, what’s that?” Sonic asked, only slightly over the top. Thankfully, Tails didn’t seem to notice the false surprise in his voice. He turned his head so Maddie could barely see him peeking at her.
“It’s a present for you,” Maddie said, holding up the brush so Tails could see. “I love it when Tom brushes my hair for me. It’s very calming. Would you mind if I brushed your fur a little?”
Tails pushed a little further against Sonic, not an outright no but not a yes either. Maddie kept the disappointment off her face before she realized his actions gave her the ultimate secret weapon.
She brought up a hand to the side of her mouth, as if trying to tell a secret so Sonic couldn’t hear. In a stage whisper she said, “Don’t tell Sonic I told you this, but he loooves it when I brush his quills out after a bath.”
Sonic gasped. “You traitor!” He threw his head back with a mournful cry. “My tough guy image is ruined, mom! I hope you’re happy.” Tails let out a soft giggle at that, and Maddie knew they had him. He pulled back a little to look Sonic in the eyes, silently asking if it was okay. Sonic’s eyes softened and he nodded, and Maddie had to fight back the swell of pride and glee in her chest at seeing it.
While the circumstances to bring this about were less than ideal, she was pleased to see Sonic stepping up to take responsibility. His obsession with being a “superhero” based purely on comic books had teetered into dangerous territory. Thankfully, Tails hadn’t been gravely injured, and Sonic now understood that his rash decisions could hurt others. She wasn’t quite sure why Tails had latched onto Sonic the way he did, but Sonic wasn’t taking that trust for granted.
Tails shifted his gaze to Maddie, gave a quick nod, then buried his face back into Sonic’s neck. Maddie grinned and gave Sonic a thumbs up. “I’m going to start on your back,” Maddie said. Even with her warning, Tails still flinched at the touch, but as she brushed she was pleased to see the tension leak from his muscles.
The tense flickering of his tails eased until they settled to drape onto the couch. They looked like they could use some brushing as well, but she’d leave smoothing that out to Tails. After the battle with Robotnik, she got all three boys to (reluctantly) accept a check-up. When she’d asked to check his tails, Tails had snatched them away from her and insisted he’d do it himself. It was the first time he'd shown any ounce of hostility. Judging by Sonic’s reaction, it was a definite sore spot and basically confirmed that having two tails wasn’t normal from where they were from.
As Maddie carefully brushed out both the tangles and fear, there was a soft rumbling sound. It took a moment before Maddie realized Tails was purring! It was similar to a cat’s purr, but instead of a continuous sound it was more like a huff-purr, huff-purr. Maddie couldn’t stop the squeal at how adorable it was! None of the wild foxes she bandaged had ever relaxed enough to do it, and not even two weeks of staying with them and Tails was purring!
“Oh my God, that’s so cuuuute!” Sonic squeezed Tails even closer to his chest and wiggled back and forth.
“Huh? Wh-What did I do?” Tails asked, his voice slightly muffled.
“I think you purred,” Maddie said, fighting to stay calm and not overwhelm him the way Sonic was.
“What?!” Tails shrieked.
Tom popped his head into the room. “Tails can purr?” Maddie nodded, and her own excitement grew as Tom broke into a beaming smile. “I wanna hear!”
“Of course the Fox can purr,” Knuckles said, coming into view as well. He still kept a firm grip on Ozzie’s collar, who thankfully seemed calmer. Ozzie was straining against Knuckles’ grip, but he wasn’t barking anymore. It appeared he was more interested in Tails as something new to smell, rather than something to attack. “It is a trait all of his kind share when they experience safety and happiness. Why would he not feel so here?”
“Can we stop talking about me purring?!” Tails screeched. He had managed to wriggle out from Sonic’s hold and was curled up in the corner of the couch. At first Maddie was worried their teasing had stressed him out again, until she caught the faint bit of red dusting his cheek fluff.
“Sorry, Tails,” Maddie said. “We humans can’t purr so we can get a little excited when we hear it.” Tails lifted his head slightly, to simultaneously pout at her and see if she was telling the truth. His worry eased, but morphed back into panic when he noticed Ozzie.
“N-No—”
“Ozzie no longer wishes to harm you,” Knuckles said, “and it is impossible for him to escape my grasp.” He briefly lifted Ozzie a few inches off the ground again before setting him back down and Ozzie whined. “The Lord of Donuts explained that he likely mistook you for a wild fox. We have shown him you mean no harm, so you no longer need to fear.”
Maddie was impressed with how calmly Knuckles explained the situation, but it was obvious Tails was too shook up to be convinced. She stood up and got in front of Tails again to block his view of Ozzie.
“Thank you for helping Ozzie see Tails as a friend, Knuckles,” Maddie said. “However, Tails isn’t ready yet, so how about you take him to the backyard? We’ll introduce them when Tails is ready.”
“But I have appeased your golden beast, I—” Maddie gave him a pointed look, and Knuckles peered around her to look at Tails again. Whatever he saw was enough to convince him. “Very well. I shall take him outside and throw the fetching ball to wear down his energy.”
“Don’t throw it outside of the yard,” Tom warned. “And lunch is almost ready, so be ready to come in for sandwiches.”
As the three of them left, Maddie and Sonic returned their attention to Tails.
“I’m so sorry Ozzie scared you like that,” Maddie said. She knelt down in front of the couch. “I should have prepared him better, and realized he would mistake you for an Earth fox.” Tails simply shrugged.
“Hey mom!” Sonic said, piping up with exaggerated cheerfulness. “Can we watch something while we eat lunch?”
Maddie narrowed her eyes. It was important to have meals where people talked amongst themselves and not fill in the space with movies or television. One look at Tails though, suggested this was a special circumstance. He was staring at her with poorly concealed eagerness and she knew the battle was over.
“All right,” she said, and didn’t bother to hide the smile at Sonic’s whoop and the faint wag of fox tails. “Not a movie though, okay? We can watch an episode.” Maddie nudged her chin toward their TV show collection. “Why don’t you boys choose what we watch?” Tails immediately rushed toward the TV console, eager for a distraction. Maddie caught Sonic’s eyes and made a gesture between Tails and the items he knocked off the bookshelf. Thankfully, Sonic caught on and gave her a salute.
He rushed to Tails’ side, facing Maddie so Tails was forced to keep his back to her. Sonic talked a mile a minute about all the different shows they had, effectively distracting Tails from Maddie’s clean-up. She didn’t want Tails to feel guilty about making a mess. Thankfully, the only thing broken was a picture frame.
Later that night, before going to bed, Tails approached her with the brush she’d given him earlier.
“Thank you for helping me,” he said, holding it up, “but I have my own brush.”
Maddie took it and fought to keep the disappointment off her face. “Are you sure? It’s okay to have more than one you know. I told you it’s a gift.”
Tails shrugged, keeping his eyes averted. “That’s very kind of you, but I only need one. You can use that at your vet job.” He met her gaze for a brief moment to give her a quick smile, then darted toward the attic in a blur of yellow.
The yellow brush felt heavy in her hand, but Maddie ignored it. These things took time. Tails let her brush his fur; that was a huge step! It took Sonic a few months to fully trust them, so she just had to be patient. Maddie returned the brush to her drawer, right beside the red one. She took a moment to just stare at them.
Arms wrapped around her from behind and Tom rested his chin on her shoulder. “What a day, huh?”
“You’re telling me,” Maddie huffed. She turned her head to kiss Tom’s cheek. They stood there in silence, gently rocking back and forth.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming,” Maddie whispered.
“Mads, come on—”
“I’m a vet, Tom! I understand animal behavior. If I’d just taken a moment to think, then Tails wouldn’t have been traumatized!” She could still hear his cries of terror, and had a feeling it would follow her into her dreams tonight.
Tom sighed and turned her around. He cupped her face in his hands. “Did you attend a class on how to look after mobian kids that I wasn’t aware of?”
Maddie couldn’t fight the pout, knowing full well what he was trying to say. “No.”
“Thought not.” He looked so smug Maddie gave him a playful jab in the stomach. “We’ll figure this out together, okay? We’re going to have our bad days, just like we did with Sonic.”
“I know.” Maddie leaned in to hug Tom and sighed in relief when he returned it. She squeezed him, an unspoken request for him to do it back. His laugh rumbled through his chest before he obliged. The pressure left her muscles like wringing out a wet rag. God, she loved it when Tom did that. She kissed his clavicle in thanks.
“I just want to make sure they see our home as a safe place,” Maddie mumbled.
Tom kissed the top of her head. “I have a feeling they do. Tails is still here, isn’t he? Give it a few more weeks and we can show them the adoption papers.”
Maddie laughed and pulled back to look at him. “Three kids in less than a year. What would our past selves say?”
“That we’re insane,” Tom said in a deadpan tone. “But,” he added, leaning in close with a dark and dangerous look in his eyes, “all the best people are crazy.”
“Mmm, I’ll have to agree with that.” Maddie slowly moved her hands up Tom’s chest and pulled him in for a deep, looong kiss.