They didn’t say more until they reached the hotel and rode upstairs in the elevator. You never knew who was listening.

“We need to talk to Cross,” Skye said as they walked out into the hall.

Edge nodded. “We’ll use the disposable, fill Cross in on where we are with Petrov.”

“So what’s our next move?” Skye waited while Edge flashed his key card to unlock the door.

Edge thought about the big bed in the suite. “If Petrov wanted us dead, we’d be dead. Until we hear from him, we might as well relax and enjoy ourselves.”

Skye’s slow smile said she agreed. Edge felt the heat of anticipation all the way to his groin.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

THE EXCITEMENT SKYE WAS FEELING DISAPPEARED AS THEY WALKED inside. She was too much of a professional not to notice the room had been searched.

The subtle shift of a magazine on the coffee table. Drawers in the bedroom that hadn’t been completely closed. Toiletries in the bathroom moved from one side of the sink to the other.

“Well, he wasn’t subtle about it,” Edge said, his gaze following hers as they checked each room.

Skye looked up at him. “Doesn’t look like anything’s missing. You think Petrov was delivering a message? Telling us he can get to us whenever he wants?”

“Probably—and looking for anything that might indicate we were lying or working with the cops.”

“Which we aren’t,” Skye said clearly in case the room was bugged.

Edge just smiled. Skye went with him as he opened the safe in the bedroom and took out the disposable phone and a handheld bug finder. She knew the device was standard equipment in Edge’s gear bag. He held it up, and she nodded.

As he moved through the rooms, she watched the surface of the black plastic device to see if any of the lights lit up, but no warning colors flashed.

“Nothing,” Edge said. “But I didn’t really expect there would be. Petrov’s all about muscle and intimidation. He’s used to winning by force. I don’t think he’s a techie kind of guy.”

He set the device on the dresser, closed the bedroom door behind him, and made sure it was locked.

Skye’s anticipation returned. She glanced at the bed. “I wouldn’t want them to hear us. Are you sure your device is working?”

Edge’s gaze heated. “Sure enough.” Reaching out, he eased her into his arms. “Jesus, I’ve been hard for you all night.” Tipping up her chin, he settled his lips over hers and sank in, claiming her in a hot, wet kiss that melted her bones.

“Shouldn’t . . . shouldn’t we call Cross?”