Powers was young for a detective, maybe twenty-five or -six, muscular and good-looking, with dark brown, buzz-cut hair and blue eyes. Chen was a few years older, lean, with high cheekbones and very smooth skin.

“Why don’t we go into the kitchen?” Detective Chen suggested.

Conn squeezed her hand. “I’ll be right here if you need me, Callie.”

Her half-brother had saved her today. Edge and Skye had rescued her from Henson’s compound; now Conn had rescued her from a fate she didn’t even want to think about. She had misjudged both her siblings from the start.

As she walked into the kitchen with Chen, Conn sat back down on the sofa and started talking to Skye and Edge. They were there to help. They weren’t going to abandon her even after her disaster with Daniel Henson.

Callie felt a soft pang in her heart.

* * *

The afternoon slid away. It was dusk when the big Ford truck pulled into the parking space next to Edge’s flashy sports car in his underground garage.

“Two spaces came with the unit.” He grinned, a blaze of white in a face so handsome Skye’s pulse kicked up just looking at him. “Might as well use them.”

Skye smiled. “Well, you really did need a bigger vehicle.” And the pickup definitely fit him. The sports car suited the dangerous, outlaw side of his personality, while the truck screamed macho as nothing else could. There wasn’t a man alive more masculine than Edge.

He hit the elevator button, and her stomach lifted. She was going up to Edge’s apartment. There was nothing more they could do on the case until morning, and Callie was safe. As she rode up to the tenth floor, her body tingled with anticipation.

The elevator arrived. They headed down the corridor, and Edge opened the front door. Across the living room, outside the big glass windows, the lights of the city were beginning to flicker on, faintly illuminating the apartment.

As the door closed and Edge joined her, Skye slid her arms around his neck. “It’s been a long day.” Going up on her toes, she kissed him. She’d been thinking about him all day, imagining the evening they would be spending together.

Edge kissed her back with all the passion she remembered from last night. Walking her backward till she came up against the wall, he pressed his hard-muscled body intimately against her, his knee between her legs. Everything inside her began to burn. She could feel his erection straining toward the zipper of his snug black jeans, and hungry need poured through her.