Conn was sleeping on the sofa in the living room when Edge walked in. “Take it easy,” Edge said when Conn raised his head, alert in case of trouble. He closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

From his pallet on the floor, Trace mumbled something as Edge walked past. Sleeping in a chair, long legs stretched out in front of him, Morgan Burke lifted the camo fatigue hat over his face to confirm who it was, then resettled the hat and returned to sleep.

Edge walked past them into the bedroom and closed the door. Stripping off his jacket, he set his shoulder holster and Beretta on the dresser. His gaze went to the bed, and he realized Skye was awake and watching him.

The curtains were open, neon light from the casinos brightening the room through the windows. Long dark hair curled softly over Skye’s pillow. The rounded tops of her breasts rose smooth and pale above the sheet, and emotion hit him like a fist. He’d been so worried. He had refused to recognize the fear he’d kept tamped down until now.

He moved to the side of the bed and crouched down beside her. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“I was awake. I’m glad you’re here. Conn said you were okay, but I couldn’t stop worrying about you.”

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ve been worried about you since the night you left the Four Winds with Petrov.” He reached for her hand, which felt warm and strong as it wrapped around his. “How are you feeling?”

“After the pills they gave me, I don’t feel much of anything. I’m sure I won’t be so lucky in the morning.” She squeezed his hand. “Tell me what happened?”

Edge smiled and sat down on the side of the bed. “You first.”

For the first time that night, Skye relaxed. Edge was here. He was safe, and so was she. Everything was going to be all right.

Skye told him about Conn and Trace showing up at Petrov’s mansion and how just before they got there, Petrov had brought in more men.

“We bested him twice,” she said. “This time he wasn’t taking any chances.”

Edge leaned over where she lay on the bed and lightly kissed her. “And yet here you are.”

She swallowed, thinking of the firefight, remembering her fear. “Morgan Burke showed up with a helicopter. He did an amazing job of flying us out of there under a barrage of gunfire.”

“I didn’t know he was coming until the last minute. Conn wanted someone they could trust at the controls of the chopper. Trace and Conn both trust him. Now I do, too.”

Burke was a good pilot. She could still recall the gunfire that pinged off the skids as Burke got the bird in the air.