Edge’s gaze traveled across the office to where a pretty brunette, another Nighthawk agent, sat at her desk talking on her cell phone. The office was done in masculine autumn tones, with pictures of wildlife on the walls, along with photos of celebrities the company had done business with over the years.

In Edge’s book, there wasn’t a movie star who could top Skye Delaney’s natural beauty. Skye was the sister of Conner Delaney, the man who owned and operated the company. Like Edge and Trace, Skye and Conn were both former military.

She glanced up for a moment, and her sea-green eyes shifted across the room in his direction. Edge felt the contact like a blast of heat to his groin.

So far, he hadn’t acted on his attraction to a woman he considered a friend. They’d been working together for a while now, often alongside Trace, most recently providing security for an expedition into Mexico led by Edge’s brother, Gage.

Edge inwardly smiled.

Rising from his chair, he walked over to Skye’s desk to invite her to join them, just as a friend, of course. At five-foot-five, she was ten inches shorter than his own six-three, with a sexy figure despite her slender, lean-muscled body.

With her smooth, slightly sun-bronzed skin and perfect features, the lady was drop-dead gorgeous. Being former army, she was disciplined and always in control. Her stiff-spined military posture, even her softly curling, mahogany-brown hair, pulled ruthlessly back in a ponytail at the nape of her neck, seemed to send a warning not to get too close.

More and more, it was a challenge Edge wanted to accept.

Unfortunately, since they worked together, it wasn’t a good idea to pursue any sort of relationship, and he knew Skye didn’t want that either.

As he approached her desk, he didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t miss the change in Skye’s body language, her growing tension as the conversation continued.

“Are you sure this isn’t something she’ll eventually outgrow?”

Edge couldn’t hear the reply, but Skye’s shoulders tensed even more.

“I admit that doesn’t sound good,” she said. “I’ll check into it for you, see what I can find out. How long has it been since you’ve heard from her?”

Skye’s fingers tightened around the phone. “That definitely isn’t good news. All right, then, I’ll stop by in the morning around nine. Try not to worry, okay?” Skye ended the call and set the cell phone back down on her desk.

“Problem?” Edge asked.

“That was my stepmother. Margaret’s afraid her daughter, my half-sister, Callie, is in trouble.”

Callie was an only child from Skye’s father’s second marriage, Edge recalled. “What kind of trouble?” he asked.

“Margaret says Callie got interested in the teachings of a church out in Chaffee County. It’s called the Children of the Sun and it’s some kind of commune. Margaret says it’s more a cult than a church, and she’s afraid something bad might have happened to Callie. She hasn’t heard from her in nearly two months.”