Chapters (49)
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- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Epigraph
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- EPILOGUE
- Teaser chapter
“You okay?” she asked, her voice soft and throaty, a sexy tone that always sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin. She’d kill him if she knew.
“I’m okay,” he said. “It was rough there at the end.”
She looked up at him with the prettiest green eyes he had ever seen. “I’m glad your brother is okay.” With the rain thundering against the leaves and shrubs in a deluge, there was no way anyone could hear them.
The cartel men huddled in the trees around the ruins. They’d been drinking for the last hour.
The odds were getting even better.
“Abby’s tough,” Skye said. “I didn’t see it at first.”
Neither had he, not until today. She had saved his brother’s life.
“She fits him,” Skye said.
“Gage won’t see it that way.”
“Why not? He’s obviously crazy about her.”
“Long story.” He thought of the woman, Cassandra, who had died. Gage still blamed himself. He wouldn’t let another woman in, no matter how much he cared.
Skye handed Edge a protein bar and a bottle of water. “You think they’ll stop for the day?”
“Who knows. They want the gold. To them, the risk is worth taking.”
Skye nodded, turned, and slipped back into the forest out of sight.
Edge pulled the hood of his slicker forward so the rain stayed out of his face, opened the plastic water bottle and took a long swallow, then sat down in the foliage at the base of a tree and settled in to wait.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
WHEN THE STORM DIDN’T LET UP, PAULO CALLED A HALT TO THE digging, and they drove back to the hotel. The men who lived in the village either went home or took refuge in the cantina, all but Paulo and his cohorts, who took turns standing guard under the eaves in the corridors around the hotel.
Edge and his team were nowhere to be seen. Gage could reach Edge on the sat phone, but communication of any sort was risky. He wouldn’t call unless he had to. The Jeep was gone, parked somewhere out of sight, providing temporary shelter.
Santos stood outside the room Abby had gone into, the room where her grandfather lay dying. Gage could read the lustful anticipation in the man’s cold black eyes. Santos’s desire for Abby was growing. The instant they found the gold, Santos would kill him and rape her.
Gage was counting on his brother not to let that happen.
In typical tropical fashion, the storm blew over as fast as it had appeared. By morning, a hot sun burned across the land, turning puddles to steam and the air dense with humidity.