"You’ve got ten seconds to get off my land, Logan," she said, her voice steady despite the slight tremor in her hands.
A low rumble of thunder echoed off the peaks. The storm was coming, and as Edge stepped across the threshold, he knew the danger outside was nothing compared to the wreckage of the hearts they were about to reopen.
"I'm not walking this time," Edge stepped into the light, letting her see the gray at his temples and the exhaustion in his gaze. "The men looking for him are dangerous. I’m the only one who can keep you safe while we find him." One Last Chance by Kat Martin
"Because I realized a badge doesn't keep you warm at night," he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly low. "And because I’m not losing my one last chance to make things right."
He climbed out of the truck, the scent of pine and oncoming snow hitting him like a physical blow. He wasn’t here for nostalgia; he was here because Skye’s brother, a key witness in a federal racketeering case, had vanished. And the men hunting him wouldn’t mind using Skye as leverage. "You’ve got ten seconds to get off my
Edge was a U.S. Marshal now, hardened by years of chasing men who didn’t want to be found. But Skye was the one person he’d never been able to track out of his system.
Skye lowered the gun just an inch, her gaze searching his. "Why now, Edge? After all the silence?" "I'm not walking this time," Edge stepped into
When he stepped onto the porch, the boards groaned under his boots. The door swung open before he could knock. Skye stood there, a shotgun cradled expertly in her arms and a look in her eyes that could freeze the Yellowstone River.