"Danny is always in trouble," she snapped. "And you’re always the one walking away when things get hard."
Skye lowered the gun just an inch, her gaze searching his. "Why now, Edge? After all the silence?"
"Because I realized a badge doesn't keep you warm at night," he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly low. "And because I’m not losing my one last chance to make things right." One Last Chance by Kat Martin
Edge was a U.S. Marshal now, hardened by years of chasing men who didn’t want to be found. But Skye was the one person he’d never been able to track out of his system.
"I'm not walking this time," Edge stepped into the light, letting her see the gray at his temples and the exhaustion in his gaze. "The men looking for him are dangerous. I’m the only one who can keep you safe while we find him." "Danny is always in trouble," she snapped
When he stepped onto the porch, the boards groaned under his boots. The door swung open before he could knock. Skye stood there, a shotgun cradled expertly in her arms and a look in her eyes that could freeze the Yellowstone River.
The ranch house light flickered on. Through the window, he saw her. She looked the same, yet sharper—the soft edges of the girl he loved replaced by the steel of a woman who had run a cattle operation solo for a decade. After all the silence
"You’ve got ten seconds to get off my land, Logan," she said, her voice steady despite the slight tremor in her hands.