Page 77 of Edge of Forever

He pushed a final pile in front of Sarah. “Those are the latest pictures.” They included Isabella with a smile. Fiona playing in the snow, leaping for snowballs. They would have been amazing shots if not for the fact that it was a complete invasion of privacy.

“The only good thing is that they look like they were taken from a distance.” Marcus pulled over the one of them playing in the snow. “We’ll check into the other cabins and see if anyone rented one long-term.”

“Richard didn’t mention any other people that had stayed as long as we had.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if whoever had taken these pictures had broken into one of the out of the way cabins. They all boast a river view, so they are relatively close together.”

“So she watched us? The whole time?”

Logan turned at Izzy’s voice. “Hey.” He stood and crossed to the kitchen entryway. Skye hovered next to Izzy and Ember was shuffling toward the door.

“Do you need me to stay?”

Izzy patted Skye’s arm. “No. I’m okay.”

Skye aimed her gaze on him. Her almond shaped dark eyes were sharp and assessing. “She’s had a long day.”

Logan curled his arm around her hip and gathered her in. “We all have.”

“C’mon, Skye. Let them be. We have a lot of work to do tonight.” Ember’s voice was husky and authoritative.

Skye twisted their fingers together. “I’ll be here around three to get you ready.”

Izzy nodded. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet. Ember and I have many hours to go tonight.”

Ember made a gesture that was very reminiscent of Hulk Hogan flexing and opened the door to leave, a dress over her arm.

Skye reached up and patted his cheek none-too-gently. “Take care of her.”

“Always.”

She glided to the door on a pair of stilettos that made him appreciate her balance and cringe at the same time. Skye waved and closed the door behind them. Why did women do that to themselves? He caught Zeke from the corner of his eye and his shell-shocked face and snorted. That was why.

Izzy followed his gaze and pressed her nose into his chest to hide a smile. He curled his other arm around her shoulders until he surrounded her.

“We’re looking at the pictures. Think you’re up to it?”

She nodded against his chest. “I hate that she’s been playing with us this whole time. She was jetting around the world with her hockey player boy-toy and still somehow managed to keep track of us.” She hooked her arms through his, her hands gripping his shoulders as she pressed her face into his neck. “What if we never get rid of her?”

He didn’t understand the pictures either. Aimee was out of the country far too much to have taken them herself. And it wasn’t her style either.

But they just seemed way too personal. He led her over to the table and stood behind her as she shuffled through the piles they’d made.

She rearranged a few of them and pointed to the snowy one. “That seems to be the latest picture. The rest don’t have enough snow around.”

“So, what? No pictures in the last two weeks?”

Izzy nodded. “What made them stop?”

Logan swiped his palm down his neck. “I don’t know. Why did she pick now to show her hand?”

“Because you were happy,” Sarah said quietly. She lined up four pictures. All of them of him smiling at Izzy.

“See these?” She pushed three others above. “Tension is coming off each of you. If I was a betting woman, and I am.” She tapped the picture of Izzy kissing him on the deck. “The thought of you two happy is what really turns her crank.”

Izzy swiped up all the pictures in front of them, leaving their happiest one on top. “Then tomorrow will definitely work. We’ll play it up for the interview.”

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