Edge chuckles. “Your doing?”
I place my hands on my hips. “Actually, no. My uncle is responsible for charring the tiny puffs of sweetness.”
Uncle Trey turns around, soapsuds falling off his hands.
“Uncle Trey, this is Edge. Ledger Hunt, this is Trey Mitchell.” I toss the dish towel to my uncle.
He wipes his hands, then juts out his hand to Edge. “Hey, Edge. How’s it going? I haven’t seen you in a while.”
A while?Do they know each other? What in the actual…?
“Good. Happy Thanksgiving.” Edge’s posture seems to relax slightly.
“How’s your father? I assume he’s doing well.” There’s a slight edge to my uncle’s tone that wasn’t there before.
Edge nods. His voice tightens as he answers, “Yes, sir. He’s well.”
Sir?Who is this equally delicious replica of the Edge standing in my kitchen? I’m a million percent sure I stepped into a different realm. I have no idea what the hell is going on, but I hope I get to keep this Edge for a bit longer.
I break my awkward ogling and stupidly state the obvious. “We were just cleaning up from dinner.”
“Yeah, Kins isn’t the most organized cook.” Uncle Trey laughs and then tosses the dish towel back at me.
I catch it. “Hey! You helped make this mess, marshmallow murderer.”
My uncle looks around the kitchen and raises his hands in surrender. “I take full responsibility for that.” His wandering gaze lands on the flour-dusted countertop. “And that, since I made the apple pie.”
I toss the dishrag over my shoulder. “That you did, and it better be good since that’s my favorite.”
Uncle Trey nods in the direction of the dining room. “I got this. Why don’t you set out the dessert?”
“Sure, and I’ll start some coffee,” I say.
“I’d normally have some with dessert, but I’m enjoying this wine.” My uncle holds up his glass in a mock toast, then takes a sip.
“Want some help?” Edge asks.
Help?Something isn’t right. With my uncle’s focus on the dishes, I pull Edge into the other room. The second we’re out of sight and earshot, I ask, “Who are you?”
“What are you talking about?” His voice drops to a whisper-yell to match mine.
“You’re, like, being nice and polite.”
Wickedly, his full lips tilt up on one side. “And? Is that a crime?”
I cross my arms over my chest. “It might be for Ledger Hunt.”
He laughs. “Not quite.”
His playful expression sobers as his gaze strolls down the length of my body. “You’re wearing a dress, so I could ask you the same question. Where’s my badass girl and her boots?”
My badass girl.I let his possessive words slide through the moment without comment. Their meaning and intent still warmmy core. I glance down at the simple slim waist, short dress, and flats. “You’ve seen me in a dress before.”
Grasping my hand, he pulls me farther down the hallway. Long shadows coat the walls, darkening the small space. My dress rises as his hand glides up my bare thigh to settle on my hip. The thin line of my panties is my only barrier against the warmth of his palm. A low growl rumbles from deep in his throat. He never takes his eyes off mine as he leans down to kiss me.
“Mine,” he whispers against my mouth. His lips barely brush mine.
Now, this control freak of a person is the Edge I know. My body instantly reacts to the carnal need in his heated gaze. Without hesitation, he crashes his mouth to mine. His insatiable hunger is unmistakable with every swipe of his tongue. Dominance intertwines with fevered passion as he claims me. His hand tightens on my waist, threatening to bruise my skin. This kiss is different than the other times. This one is all-consuming, like the night chasing away the sun, the dark swallowing the light. The swirl of his tongue around mine sends vibrations to every one of my cells.
