Zed parked in the driveway, then tossed some keys to Dax, who was waiting leaned up against the garage door when we got back. I realized they were my keys when Dax got in a sports car with the ab-guy I’d met in the kitchen that one day. If someone had said his name, I couldn’t remember it.

“What’s his name? The guy driving the car?” I asked.

Zed glanced over. “Ford. He’s mated to Ebony.”

I sort of recognized the name, though I wouldn’t have been able to put it to a ...