“Denver,” Edge said, giving in, at least for the moment. “You’ll be safe in Denver.”
Skye cast him a look of gratitude. “Molly can stay at my place until all this gets sorted and she can get back on her feet.”
“Henson won’t look for you there,” Edge said. “If he does, he’ll be damned sorry.” A faint smile curved his lips. “Skye will kick his ass.”
The words broke the tension, and Molly relaxed. She smiled. “Okay, that sounds good. But what about Callie?”
“I’ll work on the problem while Skye drives you to Denver.”
“If we get on the road,” Skye said, “I can be back this afternoon.”
“Better idea. I’ll call Trace and ask him to meet you halfway. He can bring the gear we need and take Molly to Denver while you come back here.”
“Trace is a close friend,” Skye said to Molly. “We work together at a place called Nighthawk Security. We’re private investigators. My brother owns the company. You can trust Trace to keep you safe.”
Edge made the call, then walked them outside and handed Skye the car keys. “Trace and I are trading cars,” Edge said. “My trunk’s not big enough to hold the gear we need.”
And they’d need room for Callie when they brought her out. Skye looked at Edge and grinned. “I’ll bet Trace jumped at the chance to drive your car.”
“Let’s just say he wasn’t hard to convince.”
As soon as Molly was settled in the passenger seat and the car door closed, giving Skye privacy, she turned to Edge.
“You’re still thinking about talking to the sheriff, aren’t you? You said he was on his way.”
“I won’t mention Molly or Sarah. Henson already knows our names. He knows we want to see Callie. Talking to the sheriff about what’s going on out there is a reasonable thing to do.”
It did sound reasonable.
“You think it will do any good?”
“I don’t know, but at least it’ll give me some idea of what we’re up against.”
“I wish you’d wait for me to get back.”
He gave her a sexy smile, and her stomach contracted. The man’s masculinity was lethal.
“Sounds like you’re worried about me,” Edge teased. “I like the thought of that.”
She didn’t know what to say. More and more, Edge had been hinting at moving beyond their relationship as friends. Part of her wanted to—desperately. Another part couldn’t imagine letting down her guard and taking that kind of risk.
Not only was her disfigured leg enough to send him running, but Edge was a chick magnet. He never stayed with a woman for long. Skye hadn’t been with a man since she’d been wounded—except for her disastrous attempt at making love with her ex-fiancé.
“Of course, I’m worried about you,” she said mildly. “I’m your backup. If something goes wrong, you might need me.”
Edge glanced away.Surely he wasn’t disappointed.They were friends; of course he mattered to her. He had no idea how much.
“I’ll see you back here in about three hours,” she said, striding around to the driver’s side of the sports car. “Try not to do anything too dangerous while I’m gone.”
Edge just smiled. “I’ll do my best.”
Looking in the rearview mirror, she could see him standing outside the motel as she pulled out of the parking lot. A few miles down 285, she passed a white-and-blue sheriff’s SUV driving toward the motel. A little sound of distress came from Molly’s throat, but she made no comment.
Skye just kept driving.
CHAPTER SEVEN
FROM HIS SEAT ON THE BENCH IN THE CORRIDOR OUTSIDE HIS MOTELroom, Edge watched the sheriff’s vehicle approaching. The wheels ground to a halt in the gravel parking lot, and the engine went dead.
