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.
"You’ve got ten seconds to get off my land, Logan," she said, her voice steady despite the slight tremor in her hands. One Last Chance by Kat Martin
He climbed out of the truck, the scent of pine and oncoming snow hitting him like a physical blow. He wasn’t here for nostalgia; he was here because Skye’s brother, a key witness in a federal racketeering case, had vanished. And the men hunting him wouldn’t mind using Skye as leverage. The ranch house light flickered on
A low rumble of thunder echoed off the peaks. The storm was coming, and as Edge stepped across the threshold, he knew the danger outside was nothing compared to the wreckage of the hearts they were about to reopen. "You’ve got ten seconds to get off my
"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."
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.