Page 78 of Edge of Forever

Marcus folded his arms across his chest. “I’d have to agree. My only question is what is your endgame? We might draw her out, but we still have no proof that she has done anything.”

“Bishop hasn’t pulled anything out of DeSalvo?”

“Still working on him. He’s cagey.”

Izzy rubbed her arms. “Can’t blame him. She scares the crap out of me.”

“We can call this off,” Logan said.

“No.” She turned in his arms, cupped his jaw. “No. We need to prove to her that we’re not afraid of her at the very least. That we are getting married. That nothing she does is going to split us up.”

Except kill Izzy.

He’d honestly go out of his mind if that happened. And before it could, he would kill her. There was no doubt in his mind—nor any guilt in the thought.

“No. It’s not. She’s not.” He pulled her in tight and rested his chin on top of her head and met Marcus’s gaze.

Marcus’s face went blank. Logan wasn’t sure what Marcus read on his face, but he was pretty sure murder was in his eyes. Everyone was in fifth gear and ripping down the highway to get everything done for the concert. He’d stalled out at baiting Aimee.

Now he wasn’t afraid of freezing up on stage. He was afraid he was going to jump in the crowd and kill her with his bare hands in front of

God, fans, even Izzy—and not give two flying fucks.

Aimee Collen would be done threatening them after tomorrow.

Thirty-Five

Bella rolled over, her eyes drawn to the skylight. The moon seemed brighter than usual that night. The room full of the silvery tinge on every surface. Even the dark sheets on the bed seemed lit up.

She ran her nails lightly over Logan’s forearm that pinned her to the mattress. Achingly familiar and comforting, the weight should have put her to sleep like it always did. Maybe it was because she was so amped up still. They’d discussed all the details of the show, the security that would be there to protect Logan—protect her. Sarah was going to be a barnacle on her ass. A pretty in pink barnacle, but a barnacle nonetheless.

And she was all right with that.

No chances tomorrow.

She’d had a few moments through the course of the day. Memories triggered by places like Valentine’s and the storefront had thrown her off balance. Even sitting at the kitchen table had been a lesson in patience. All of it seemed like another part of her life now. Like everything before had been sparkly and perfect and the now was full of shadows and shades of gray.

Maine had been a different world.

Thick with grief and guilt, followed by a few weeks of normalcy. Or at least what passed for normal in their crazy world.

And she’d fallen in love with Logan again. Not that she’d ever really fallen out of it, but it had been scary how high and how fast her walls had been built. That she’d been able to set herself apart from him. Intellectually she knew it was grief, but if he hadn’t been the stubborn man he was, she would have lost him too.

Now they were back in the only place she’d ever been able to call home and she wasn’t going to lose that for anything. Haunting memories would fade and they’d make new ones to ease the old.

The position of the moonlight told her it was well past midnight. They would need to get up in a few hours to deal with the camera crews and interviews. She turned into Logan. His arm automatically curled her in close. He liked her close when they slept, especially since the accident.

One night back in their old bed they’d fallen back into old patterns. It was comforting and lonely at the same time. She liked pressing her face into his neck. His scent usually dragged her into sleep as effectively as his heavy arm.

But not tonight.

The restlessness was cloying.

She wanted his skin. Wanted him closer. Wanted the power of him inside of her reminding her that what they had might be new again, but there was still part of the old them left. The part that moved in the dark as one.

She dragged her nails up his back, pleased when he stirred into her touch. When he rolled to face her and he drew her into the cocoon of his body. She licked a trail up from his Adam’s apple to his chin, sucked lightly at the raspy skin before going for his mouth.

This was familiar. He’d trimmed his beard down for the interview and his beautiful angular face had been revealed again. She kissed his upper lip, flicking her tongue over the fullness at the center before an echoing swipe over his lower.

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