Edge didn’t smile. “It’s about your sister.”

Conn sat forward in his chair. “What about her?”

“I want to know what happened in Afghanistan.”

Conn’s shoulders stiffened. “She was wounded. They gave her a purple heart and a military discharge.”

“I know that. I want to know what happened.”

Conn just shook his head. “That’s Skye’s business. I don’t talk about my sister. You want to know what happened, ask her.”

Edge moved closer, flattened his palms on the desk and leaned forward, putting them face-to-face. “It’s important, Conn. I need to know how badly she was injured.”

“If you’re worried about her being able to do her job—”

“It’s nothing like that. I know how capable she is. This is personal.”

Personal. For months, Conn had been watching the sparks building between Skye and Edge. But something always held them back. Since they were working together, he figured it was a smart move on both of their parts not to get involved.

“You can trust me,” Edge said, pressing the issue.

One thing he knew—he could trust Edge Logan. He also knew Edge cut a wide swath through the female population of Denver. Conn didn’t want his sister winding up on Edge’s list of conquests.

On the other hand, after the accident, Skye’s ex-fiancé, Brian Galen, had done a job on her self-esteem. Maybe Edge’s attention would help her.

Conn settled back in his chair. “Skye enlisted right out of community college, probably influenced by the long list of family members who had served. She breezed through basic, excelled in marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat, wound up an army intel analyst stationed in Kandahar. She was good with languages, caught onto Farsi real fast. Skye was a good soldier, but you can’t defend against an IED.”

Edge remained quiet, silently urging Conn to continue.

“Skye was being ferried from one location to another when the Humvee she was riding in hit an IED. What was left of the Humvee landed upside down on fire, with Skye half dazed in the back seat. She was able to crawl out, but the guy next to her was pinned inside. Skye managed to pry him free, but the Humvee exploded as they were trying to escape. Flying pieces of hot metal knocked her unconscious. A heavy chunk landed on her left leg, causing third degree burns from mid-thigh to ankle.”

Edge’s blue eyes remained on Conn. “There’s more. There has to be.”

“The portion of her leg that was injured is badly disfigured. The doctors did a series of skin grafts, but they didn’t do much good.”

“What else? Skye was a soldier. She would have accepted the possibility she could be wounded when she joined the army. There’s something else.”

There was, indeed, something else. Resigned now and hoping he was making the right decision, Conn finished the story.

“Skye was engaged at the time she was wounded. Months later, after she got out of the hospital, the first night she and Brian spent together, he couldn’t get it up. He said her leg was repulsive, said he couldn’t handle it. Skye broke the engagement the following day and never saw the bastard again.”