One Last Chance By Kat Martin • Validated

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.

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. 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. One Last Chance by Kat Martin

"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."

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. A low rumble of thunder echoed off the peaks

Skye lowered the gun just an inch, her gaze searching his. "Why now, Edge? After all the silence?"

The edge of the Montana sky was bruising into a deep purple as Edge Logan pulled his truck onto the gravel shoulder overlooking the Whispering Pines ranch. He hadn’t been back in ten years—not since the night he’d chosen the badge over the girl, leaving Skye Delaney standing in the rain with a broken heart and a secret he wasn’t supposed to know. He wasn’t here for nostalgia; he was here

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.