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Back The Edge of Us
Chapters (45)
  1. Contents
  2. chapter one
  3. chapter two
  4. chapter three
  5. chapter four
  6. chapter five
  7. chapter six
  8. chapter seven
  9. chapter eight
  10. chapter nine
  11. chapter ten
  12. chapter eleven
  13. chapter twelve
  14. chapter thirteen
  15. chapter fourteen
  16. chapter fifteen
  17. chapter sixteen
  18. chapter seventeen
  19. chapter eighteen
  20. chapter nineteen
  21. chapter twenty
  22. chapter twenty-one
  23. chapter twenty-two
  24. chapter twenty-three
  25. chapter twenty-four
  26. chapter twenty-five
  27. chapter twenty-six
  28. chapter twenty-seven
  29. chapter twenty-eight
  30. chapter twenty-nine
  31. chapter thirty
  32. chapter thirty-one
  33. chapter thirty-two
  34. chapter thirty-three
  35. chapter thirty-four
  36. chapter thirty-five
  37. chapter thirty-six
  38. chapter thirty-seven
  39. chapter thirty-eight
  40. chapter thirty-nine
  41. epilogue
  42. other books by jamie mcguire
  43. about the author
  44. acknowledgements
  45. out of the woods

He frowned. “Where is this going?”

“Marry me,” I said, touching his cheek.

Zeke laughed, surprised. “Are you proposing?”

“Doesn’t that sound like something I would do?”

He offered a tired but appreciative smile. “Hell yeah, I’ll marry you.”

I bent down, kissing Zeke’s lips. “I love you.”

He shook his head. “I don’t know why, but I love you too.”

“Sleep. We have forever to go.”

Zeke’s eyes closed, and his head wobbled back and forth as we drove over the rocky terrain. He was unconscious within seconds, but I checked his pulse and it was strong.

I sighed, letting my head fall back against the seat. “I can’t believe that worked.”

“Hey… I have medical supplies in the passenger seat if he needs it,” the driver said. “And we’re going to be fine. Trex has an exit strategy, and he tells me you have leverage? We’ve got coverage all the way to Arizona. No one will touch you.”

“Thank you,” I said, keeping my hand against Zeke’s cheek to stabilize his head.

“Is he okay?”

“He’s just sleeping. He’ll be okay once he gets some rest. Trex said he called his old boss. Does that mean you’re with the FBI?” I asked.

“Undercover. My brother sent me. Nice to meet you. My name’s Travis. Travis Maddox.”

the end.

epilogue

Zeke

T

he sky slowly transitioned from a hint of color in the darkness to vivid splashes of pinks and purples. I had to wake up early to appreciate it because I’d been warned that once the sun was in the sky, the Arizona heat would make it difficult to appreciate much of anything.

I turned in the threshold of the open double pivot doors, seeing Naomi still asleep in bed, one bare leg hanging off the mattress, her cheek smashed against the pillow. Her hair was a mess, but she was wearing my old Metallica T-shirt, and to me—and any other man on earth—she looked like perfection.

A collective yell turned my attention to the bottom of the small hill our cabin was perched on. Naomi’s father, Victor Marcel, was a commanding officer of the Arizona Border Recon, and the squadrons were already in formation at the flagpole that set center to the 200-acre camp. I wasn’t sure what to expect since I was unconscious when we arrived and woke up in their sick bay after dark. I’d been sleeping off and on, but what I was looking at was damn near magical. An organized, sovereign town in the middle of a desert, and I was standing in a cabin I now shared with the love of my life.