Skye laughed. “I guess it really doesn’t matter.” She glanced around the suite. “Neither of us is hurting for money.” She started to turn away, but he pulled her back into his arms.

“The thing that matters is there’s only one bedroom in this suite, and as soon as we get back to the room tonight, we’re going to make use of it.”

Skye flushed. Edge bent his head and softly kissed her, forcing himself not to linger. “Until then, we have work to do.” He eased away before his body took over and said to hell with waiting for tonight.

“What’s on the agenda?” Skye asked.

“After we get rid of Cross, we’re going to supper at the Four Winds. According to Zoe, Petrov’s practically a fixture. With luck, we’ll get a look at him, see what we’re up against. I checked the place out on Tripadvisor. It’s first class all the way. If you didn’t bring the right clothes, you can probably find something in one of the shops downstairs.”

“I’m fine. You said to come prepared.”

He smiled. “So I did.”

As evening approached, the expression on his face changed to one of awe as Skye walked into the living room. He had never seen her in a dress. With her leg injury and the brace she sometimes wore, pants were typically the best option.

Or so he had believed.

Tonight she wore a floor-length gown made of sleek bronze fabric that clung to her curves and gleamed like burnished gold. Thin spaghetti straps held up the front, which draped so low he could see the tempting swells of her breasts. She turned in a circle so he could see the back, which matched the front, draping almost to the crack in her perfect little ass.

He wanted to lock her in the suite, keep her all to himself, keep her from wearing that sexy dress in front of a roomful of randy men.

Edge silently cursed. He had no idea where the thought had come from and no right to think it. They were sleeping together, but there were no strings attached, nothing permanent, nothing that would last.

His insides tightened at the thought.

As Skye walked toward him, his gaze went to the knee-high slit in the right side of the dress that revealed a gold sandal, a trim ankle, and a portion of shapely feminine leg.

It occurred to him that he never thought of Skye’s scarred limb. It never entered his head. She was just Skye, one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, one of the smartest, the sexiest, and by far the bravest.

She had swept her silky locks up in a twist, but wispy strands floated beside her ears, where long gold earrings dangled. The gleaming bronze gown set off the same rich highlights in her hair.