by Trish Loye
“You don’t look fine. You look pissed.”
She was.
“Don’t worry,” she said, connecting their gazes. A jolt passed through her when they did, but she ignored it and pressed on. “I understand why you didn’t reach out. Missions come first. It’s the same reason I didn’t contact you.”
“You understand?” Marc stepped back and tilted his head, studying her. “I’m not so sure you do.”
“Look, you weren’t expecting me to show up today—”
He laughed.
Laughed!
Her fists clenched. The urge to hit him almost overwhelmed her, but she controlled herself. “I’m out of here.”
Marc stepped in front of her and blocked her way to the elevator. “Of course I was expecting you.” He tilted his head to keep eye contact with her when she would have looked away. “The moment I got back over a week ago, I’ve been bugging your brother to tell me where you lived.”
She frowned. “Jack didn’t tell you?”
“The fucking ass told me you wanted to be left alone.” Marc grabbed her hands in his and squeezed. “I was going out of my mind. He finally relented and said he’d bring you to me. That way if you didn’t want to see me again, I wouldn’t be able to track you down.” Marc shrugged. “Of course, he doesn’t know how skilled I am. I would have eventually found you.”
He’d wanted to see her. He’d looked for her. Something tight started to unfold inside her.
“Why?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
He blinked. “What do you mean, why?” He tightened his grip on her hands as if he was afraid she’d run for it. “Do you not want to see me?”
“Yes,” she said. “I do.”
His smile lit his eyes and she caught her breath. “Good, because I want to see you too.” He was quiet for a moment and his face turned serious. “I want this to work. Because…we fit. Even though you distract me and,” he waved a hand in the air as if searching for words, “make me crazy. I can’t keep my fucking hands off you. But most of all…I trust you, with every part of me.” He traced a finger down the side of her face before he let his hand drop. “I’m falling hard here, Red.”
Her heart swelled. “I’m falling for you too.” She leaned up on her toes and kissed him gently. “You make me believe that anything is possible. That love exists. That…That we might find it. Together.”
Marc gave her a slow and way too sexy grin, and the way his eyes shone made her heart skip. But she took a step back. They had to be practical.
“But what about missions?” she asked. “We work for two different agencies. What about the distance between us?” she asked. “How can we make this work?”
He snorted softly. “One problem at a time, Red.”
She crossed her arms. “Missions?”
Marc mimicked her and crossed his arms. “We both have busy and important jobs. It means we won’t see a lot of each other, but we can still see each other.” Then he frowned. “Exclusively.”
His words sparked something inside her. She kept her face blank as if she were making a business deal, though warmth spread through her chest. “Exclusively,” she reiterated.
“Next?”
“Distance?”
Marc tilted his head at the doors to the main office behind him. “Company plane privileges. Jack doesn’t always come to us. I can request to be the one who handles most of the liaison duties.”
“Will you tell me who you really work for?”
He grinned. “I’m sure that can be arranged.”
She understood why he had secrets. She had them too. It would take time to figure out where they were going in this relationship, but she loved the idea of heading there with Marc.
“Have we gotten all the formalities out of the way?” he asked, snagging her hand.
Formalities? But she nodded. “I’ll have more questions.”
He pulled her toward him. “Of course you will, if only to be contrary.”
“I am not—”
He kissed her.
She’d missed his soft lips, the way he angled his head. His hands cupped her face, the rough callouses igniting memories of what they felt like skimming down her body. She moaned when his tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting her. Heat crested with each press of his lips, each stroke of his tongue, swelling higher after every stolen breath.
“Ahem!”
They broke apart. The receptionist frowned at them and then pointed to the elevator. Quinn giggled as Marc pulled her toward it and pressed the call button.
Marc slid his arms around her waist not letting her back away. “How long before you have to go back?”
“Three weeks.”
His arms tightened. The elevator doors slid open. He backed her in until she hit the wall. His mouth on hers before the doors closed. “Three weeks aren’t going to be enough for all the things I want to do to this delicious body of yours.” His voice rasped against her skin.
She twinned her hands through his hair, holding his head close. “One problem at a time.”
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The End.
Also by Trish Loye
Edge of Control - Book 1
Edge of Reason - Book 2
Edge of Danger - Book 3
Edge of the Season - Book 4 - A Holiday Novella
Edge of Courage - Book 5
Edge of Honor - Book 6
Edge of Fury - Book 7
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Acknowledgments
So many people to thank!
Thank you to Wounded Warriors Canada — An amazing organization that helps military personnel, first responders and their families with PTSD — for letting me be a part of something bigger than myself. I’m thrilled to donate my proceeds to such a great organization.
Thank you also to Damien Mills and Scott Timmerman for their generous donation to the Banff Alpine Racers Ski Program, for which they got to be minor characters in this book. Hope you enjoy!
And now my cover designer. She always does gorgeous covers! Thank you Frauke Spanth. And also a big thanks to both my editors, Anya and especially to Faith. You’re awesome. This book wouldn’t be what it is without them.
A HUGE thanks goes to my Writing Girls, Steena, Elena and Dara. Without whom, I wouldn’t be where I am today. And also thanks to Jen Wood, for being such an amazing assistant and keeping me on track.
Krista, you boost me up when I need it. You’ve had a tough year and you were still there for me. Thank you.
My family deserves special kudos for putting up with my craziness. I love how my daughters give me writing advice throughout the process. My ten year old told me I needed to end my story with a kiss, before going red-faced and giggling. And to my husband. Thank you for understanding my work schedule.
And a special thanks to all my readers. For sticking with EDGE and letting me know how much you enjoy it. That is the true joy of what I do. I hope you continue to enjoy my future stories. Thank you.
About the Author
In a nutshell, I'm a wannabe Astronaut and Spy who writes stories to keep the voices in her head quiet. I drink too
much tea and love anything that combines salt, caramel and dark chocolate.
Long version... I'm a Canadian girl who's had a variety of jobs from a Canadian Army officer to a research scientist to an IT project manager. I finally gave it all up and bowed to the stories clamoring inside me to get out. I stay at home with my children and write when I can. It's a life I love. I hope you enjoy my work.
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