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
It was going to work out. Skye was happy for the woman who had become her friend, but seeing Lila with her husband made Skye think of Edge, and her heartache deepened. She had known the risks, but the pain of losing him was so much worse than she had imagined.
She prayed he was happy enough for both of them.
CHAPTER FORTY
CHAPTER FORTY
THREE WEEKS PASSED BEFORE ALL THE QUESTIONS ABOUT MAJOR Bradley Markham had been asked and answered. Edge’s good name had been restored, along with his rank and his position in his old Green Beret unit.
Three weeks to think about his life, his priorities, and the kind of future he really wanted.
Three weeks to get his fucking head on straight and go after Skye.
He prayed it wasn’t already too late. She worked in an office full of good-looking, capable men. Edge hadn’t phoned her in the last two weeks. He couldn’t handle it. Just the sound of her voice sent him into a downward spiral.
He missed her, ached for her. Wanted her endlessly. She was his. They belonged together. He knew that now, without the slightest doubt.
But how did she feel about him? He had never told Skye he loved her. The way he’d seen his life at the time, it wouldn’t have been fair. He was going back into Special Forces. He’d be gone a good part of the year. Skye deserved better than a part-time husband. She wanted a family; she deserved a man who would be there for her and the children they would raise.
It had taken him all this time to realize he wanted that, too, wanted a home, a wife and a family. But only if the woman by his side was Skye Delaney.
He prayed he could make her understand, convince her this wasn’t just some whim because he was lonely. This was real. Skye was what he wanted. The life she wanted was the life he wanted, too. He loved her with everything inside him.
He flew back to Denver the week before he’d planned to reenlist. Everything was set. He’d be deploying shortly after his return to Fort Campbell.
If Skye didn’t want him.
His stomach knotted at the thought.
It had taken him weeks to realize how much he had changed in the last few years. He’d made a life for himself in Denver. He had friends at Nighthawk, men as close as his brothers in the army, women friends he admired and respected. And he was proud of the good he had done as a detective, the lives his work had helped or saved.