Morning sun filtered through the curtains in the windows of Edge’s bedroom. He’d been awake for a while, lying contentedly in his big bed with Skye draped over his chest. They’d had a bout of early-morning sex and now drowsed peacefully. He’d get up soon, he told himself. They both had work to do.

Then his cell signaled, the ringtone jarring him fully awake. Skye rolled off him with a yawn as he leaned over and grabbed the phone off the nightstand.

He was too groggy to recognize the number. “Logan.”

“Edge, it’s Grease. I got news you’ll want to hear.”

Swinging his legs to the side of the bed, he pressed the phone against his ear. “Grease. Hey, buddy, what’s going on?”

“Word’s going round a certain army major is getting ready to turn in his papers. He’s getting out, Edge-man. And it’s happening soon.”

Edge’s whole body tightened. “Where’s he going?”

“I hear he’s heading south, not sure where. That’s all I know.”

“Keep me posted, will you?”

“You know I will, Sarge.” The line went dead.

Edge felt the bed move as Skye came up on her knees behind him. She rested her hands on his shoulders. “What’s going on?”

“That was Grease. His real name’s Gill Franklin. He’s one of the guys in my old unit.”

“How’d he get a name like Grease?”

Edge smiled to think of it. “Gill loves junk food—the greasier the better. The nickname stuck.”

Skye must have felt the knot of tension in his shoulders. She started kneading them softly. “Gill must not have had good news.”

“In a way it was.”

She waited for him to continue. When he didn’t, she didn’t press him for more. “So what was your nickname?” Her talented hands kept moving, and some of his tension slid away.

“Sometimes they’d call me Fast Eddy. Kind of a takeoff on Edge. Mostly they just called me Fast or Edge-man.”

“Is Edge your real name?”

“Edgerton. It was my grandfather’s surname. My mom saw it as a tribute to her father, but my dad never liked it. He always just called me Edge.”e s

She kissed the nape of his neck, and a sliver of heat wound itself around his groin.

“So you’re not going to tell me what the call was about?”

“Keep those talented fingers working, and I’ll tell you anything you want to know.”

Skye laughed, and more of his tension slid away.

“The man who got me tossed out of the army is resigning. Probably to spend the illegal money he’s made trafficking military weapons.”

Her fingers froze. “You knew about it?”