nsisting on the helmets had been a complete loss, Ty realized halfway through the flight.  When Maddie decided to give him the cold shoulder, he knew from experience that he would die of hypothermia before she’d even tell him about something that would save them both.  It was the utmost case of not wanting to be in any sort of moving vehicle with a wife who was pissed at you – although, technically, she wasn’t his wife any longer.

She was sitting over there like a bump on a log – a well-spanked bump, but a bump nonetheless – arms folded over her chest, and fuming; he could tell by the way her breasts rose and fell.  Maddie would usually meet him head on about things she felt passionate about, but she wasn’t above a good sulk.