She had no idea why. Her biological clock was ticking, and there was little chance she would marry and have children. Certainly she wouldn’t be marrying Edge, who wasn’t a one-woman man. Even if he were, his dream was to return to the Green Berets. Which meant he would be gone well over half the year. She wasn’t interested in a part-time husband.

Another half hour passed before they were allowed to see Lila, who was drowsy but smiling. It occurred to Skye that Lila Ramirez was a very brave woman.

They were ready to leave. Callie was planning to stay until Lila was released. Conn would be picking up both women and taking them back to his house, where he insisted they stay until things went back to normal. Lila was dozing when Skye and Edge slipped away.

Callie walked them down hall. “Are you still going to Vegas?” Though Skye hadn’t gone into detail, she had mentioned the trip. Too much was going on to simply disappear.

“We’ll only be there a couple of days. We’re staying at the Bellagio. If you need anything, call me.”

“I will.” Callie leaned over and hugged her. “I’m lucky to have a sister like you.”

Skye smiled. “I think that goes both ways.” She had learned the same lesson Callie had. Family meant everything. And Skye had a good one.

Callie disappeared back down the hall, while Skye and Edge headed for the elevator.

“I guess we’ve missed our plane,” Skye said as they made their way out the glass front doors into the late-morning sunshine.

“I called and had the flight put back a few hours,” Edge said. “Now that we know Lila’s okay, we can still make the flight.”

Skye nodded. “I packed last night. Callie and Lila will be safe with Conn until I get back.”

“Great, let’s grab our stuff and head for the airport.”

And the room they would be sharing at the Bellagio hotel.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

EDGE HAD JUST PARKED HIS TRUCK AT THE PRIVATE TERMINAL AT Centennial Airport when his cell phone rang. He pulled out the phone and checked the caller ID, flicked a glance at Skye, and put the phone on speaker.

“Agent Cross. I’ve been expecting to hear from you.” At the very least, Cross still needed a statement from Lila.

“We need to talk,” Cross said simply.

“Sorry, I’m on my way to Vegas. After recent events, I figured I deserved a little time off.”

“Vegas, huh? What a coincidence. That’s where I’m headed.”

Petrov. Had to be. So Daniel had rolled on his Russian boss after all.

“Where are you staying?” Cross asked.

“The Bellagio.”

“Nice. I assume Ms. Delaney is with you.”

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes.”

“Even better. We can meet in the hotel, somewhere we can speak privately.”