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
Edge walked toward him. “Looks like we meet again, Major.”
Markham’s eyes widened. He wiped a trickle of blood off the corner of his mouth. “Logan. After all this time. I should have known you wouldn’t give up.”
“Not even close. I’m sure you’ll recognize a lot more old friends when you get back to Fort Campbell.”
Markham shook his head. He was a good-looking guy, with an athletic build and neatly trimmed light brown hair. His wholesome appearance had always worked in his favor—until now. “No way I’m going back. I’d rather be dead.”
“I’d be more than happy to make that happen, but I’d rather see you behind bars for the next fifty years. You would have been happy to see me in Leavenworth. Looks like you’ll be taking my place.”
Edge glanced up at the rumble of voices, saw Harding and his militia men looking toward the trail coming out of the mountains. A line of soldiers fanned out, making their way silently into the valley.
Edge couldn’t stop a grin. The Green Berets were here.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
SKYE WAS BACK IN DENVER. EDGE AND COLONEL HARDING HAD GONE to Fort Huachuca to be debriefed, but Harding’s militia had made their way back to Sierra Vista. She and Trace had accompanied them and prepared to return to Denver the next day. The militia had just disappeared.
As the originator of the initial complaint against Markham, Edge had been flown to Fort Campbell, Kentucky, to answer more questions. He had phoned a couple of times to make sure she was okay, told her things were progressing even better than he’d hoped, but their conversations had been brief.
Edge was exactly where he wanted to be, and Skye was happy for him.
She took a deep breath. Edge was clearly satisfied with the way things had turned out, but Skye was depressed and surprisingly lonely. She had never been one of those women desperate to have a man in her life. She had ended her engagement to Brian and never looked back.
What she was feeling now was different. As if she had lost a part of herself. Like the missing pieces of her leg, it was a loss she would learn to live with, but it wouldn’t be easy.
As she rambled around her empty apartment, she realized how painful it was to lose the man you loved. What she felt for Edge was the deep, unshakable kind of love that never went away.
As time went on, she might meet some nice eligible man, marry him, and have a family. But he would always be a substitute for the man she wanted but couldn’t have. It wouldn’t be fair, but life rarely was, a lesson she had learned long ago.