“I’ve been expecting to hear from Cross,” Skye said. “Sooner or later, he’s going to want a statement from Lila.”
“He knows where to find her.”
She nodded. “Meanwhile, we’re off to Vegas. What’s our objective?”
“For now, we just sniff around, get the lay of the land. Maybe check out Wisen and Andreyev, see how they fit into the scheme of things.”
“Sounds good. Are we driving or flying?” Skye asked.
“Too far to drive, and getting our weapons through the airlines is too much trouble. Better to fly private. I’ve already made the arrangements for a charter to leave in the morning, if that works for you.”
“I’ll be ready.”
“We don’t know what we’ll be facing so prepare for anything.”
“Okay.”
“We’ll need accommodations. I was thinking the Bellagio.” Hot blue eyes ran over her, scorching in their intensity.
“Nice place,” she said.
He nodded, took another drink of beer. “So the only question is . . . one room or two?”
Silence fell. Skye looked up at him, her insides churning. Surely, he could read in her face what she wanted. With his black hair, blue eyes, and perfect features, he was so handsome it made her breath catch. To say nothing of his sculpted, amazing body. She knew he was going to leave. It was only a matter of time.
Still . . .
His phone rang before she could answer.
Edge took the call and walked a few paces away to speak. He looked different when he returned. Harder. Darker. She knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.
“That was Grease. Bradley Markham’s discharge came through. He’s moving to San Diego.”
Her insides tightened. “San Diego? Why San Diego?”
“Grease says he’s bought a house there. Tract house, nothing special. Word is he’s got another place under a different name in Cabo San Lucas. Grease says it overlooks the ocean. Says the place is worth millions.”
Skye finished her beer. “Smuggling weapons pays a lot better than a major’s salary.”
“That’s for sure.”
She arched a dark eyebrow. “So . . . are you heading for California or are we still going to Vegas?”
Edge set his empty bottle down on the counter. “First things first. We look into Petrov, then I tackle Markham.” Skye didn’t resist when he eased her into his arms, bent his head, and very softly kissed her.
His eyes locked on her face, and she could feel the heat. “You didn’t answer my question.”
She told herself to say no. She was setting herself up for heartache.One room or two?She swallowed. “One . . .” she whispered. “One room.”
Edge kissed her again, slowly, intimately, making all sorts of unspoken promises. He glanced down the hall, his thoughts more than clear, but the apartment wasn’t empty.
“What about tonight?” he asked, his eyes never leaving her face.
Going home with him was exactly what she wanted. But if she was going to do this, she needed time to collect herself, get herself back under control.
“I’ve got to get Lila settled in, and Callie’s here. Police still haven’t picked up Klaus Mahler. Conn will be back in the morning. I’ll see you then.”
Edge nodded, but she didn’t miss the regret in his face. “Whatever you want.”
