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Chapters (45)
  1. Also by
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright Page
  4. CHAPTER ONE
  5. CHAPTER TWO
  6. CHAPTER THREE
  7. CHAPTER FOUR
  8. CHAPTER FIVE
  9. CHAPTER SIX
  10. CHAPTER SEVEN
  11. CHAPTER EIGHT
  12. CHAPTER NINE
  13. CHAPTER TEN
  14. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  15. CHAPTER TWELVE
  16. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  17. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  18. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  19. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  20. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  21. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  22. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  23. CHAPTER TWENTY
  24. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  25. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  33. CHAPTER THIRTY
  34. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  35. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  43. CHAPTER FORTY
  44. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  45. EPILOGUE

“That’s right. A Special Forces unit crosses the border, nice and quiet, handles the situation, brings home the stolen goods, and disappears. No international incident, no one the wiser. The army has the criminals in custody and all the evidence it needs to prosecute Major Bradley Markham and the rest of his band of traitors.”

For the first time that night, Edge relaxed. He glanced over at Skye, and she smiled. “Looks like you’re about to get your man.”

Edge lifted his bottle of beer. “To Markham getting what he deserves.”

“To justice,” Harding said, and the three bottles clinked over the middle of the table.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

SKYE AWOKE COLD AND ALONE IN THE BED IN HER MOTEL ROOM. During the night, she had tossed and turned, reliving the horror of the IED explosion and the painful days of her recovery, the endless succession of surgeries.

Another explosion in her mind jolted her awake, her heart beating wildly, her body damp with perspiration. It didn’t happen often, hadn’t happened once during her nights with Edge. She shook the thought away and glanced toward the window.

It was still dark outside, but gray light seeped through the curtains. She got up and turned on the heater, then climbed back under the covers until the room warmed up.

She checked the clock on the bedside table. Six a.m. Now that it was morning, the mission they would be undertaking that night rode hard at the front of her mind. Like Edge, once she was committed, everything else took second place.

She mentally went over the meeting with Colonel Harding at La Cantina last night. They’d have what sounded like competent help to take on the cartel, as well as Markham’s well-trained soldiers. How many would there be? Would she and Edge, Harding and his militia be enough to stop them and end the weapons-smuggling operation?

She tried not to think of what would happen once the mission was over and she and Edge returned to Denver. She had already ended things between them. She wouldn’t reverse her decision. It hurt too much to be with him, to love him more every day, and then watch him leave.

Once the room had warmed up, she went into the bathroom, showered, and dressed for the day in stretch jeans and a navy blue T-shirt. They were meeting Harding and some of his men that morning to lay out the plan for tonight. Harding would have the details of the exchange—where, when, and what weapons were being smuggled across the border into cartel hands.

Edge hadn’t pressed the colonel for details of how he was getting the information. Sam Harding wore authority and competence like a comfortable shirt. The man inspired trust. It was as simple as that. Tonight, she and Edge would be following his plan. His information, his men—he carried the greater risk.