Chapters (45)
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- EPILOGUE
“I don’t get it. He’s crazy about you. You’re crazy about him. I thought that was the whole reason two people got together.”
Her heart ached. She didn’t want to think about what it would be like when Edge was gone. She wished she could tell Trace it was none of his business, but they were too close for that.
“He’s leaving, Trace. The army means everything to him. After tonight, he’ll be able to prove his innocence and go back to the life he loves.”
Trace fell silent. “Maybe he’ll change his mind.”
She smiled at him sadly. “You don’t believe that, and neither do I. His mind is made up. He knows what he wants, and he’s going after it. I can’t fault him for that. Can you?”
Trace glanced away. “No.”
“I appreciate your concern. You’ve always been a good friend. Now we need to focus our attention on the mission. We both love Edge. Let’s bring Markham down and give him back his dream.”
Trace leaned over and kissed her cheek. “If you were my woman, there wouldn’t be any dream better than spending a lifetime with you.”
Skye’s eyes filled as Trace walked to the door, used the extra key, and disappeared into Edge’s room. Steeling herself against the emotions squeezing her insides, she focused on the job that needed to be done that night.
With a sigh of resignation, Skye went into her room and quietly closed the door.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
THE NIGHT WAS CLEAR, THE STARS CRYSTALLINE IN A BLACK VELVET sky. Only a fragment of moon lit the harsh desert landscape. Cactus and boulders, low hills, and ravines spread out through the mountains and the valley below.
They had traveled two men each on four-wheel ATVs, spreading out in different directions, traveling along narrow dirt trails through the barren peaks south of the base, into the flat land on the other side of the Mexican border.
Colonel Harding and his men led the way, having been in the area before to recon the site of the weapons exchange, assuming their intel proved correct.
Edge, Skye, and Trace were in the last group to arrive, Skye on the back of Edge’s ATV, while Trace rode behind Clint. They were early. Plenty of time for the sound of the machines to die away and the group to take positions out of sight in the rocks and gullies.
The landing zone had conveniently been marked by a circle of floodlights that could be turned on to indicate the flat ground and open space necessary to accommodate the approaching chopper and its rotor blades.
Edge smiled at that. They had caught a break there. The lights were a fairly good indicator that their intel was correct. It was a makeshift landing pad. Only one use for that.