Edge (Parker Reed #2) Read Online Free

soul was enough to bring anyone down. Getting a package from my ex-husband was even worse.
    I recalled a time when I was happy. Truly and utterly happy. Playing in the backyard of my childhood home, I remembered the scents and sounds that had surrounded me. The musky smell of the pine trees, the cool fresh air, the pollen of the daisies that I liked to sniff constantly. So much so that I would always end up in a sneezing fit.
    “Baby, you’re allergic to those flowers. Stop sticking your nose in them,” my mom had told me.
    “But mama, they smell so good,” I would whine.
    I could almost hear my mother’s full belly laugh as if she were only a few feet away from me. My chest tightened, a slight twinge of pain soaring through me. “Oh, mama,” I whispered, tears welling in my eyes.
    I missed my parents. So damn much. If only I had gone to them sooner. If only I had never met Devin. If only…I let out a huff. But I couldn’t live life on if only’s.
    Letting out a slow exhale, I braced myself and lifted the lid off of the box. A laugh escaped my lips at the sight before me. Black, long-stemmed roses stared up at me with a red substance dripping from the petals. Was it paint? Blood? I had no fucking idea but leave it to Devin to be all morbid and disgusting. I didn’t care anymore. Not at all. And when I didn’t care? That was when he should be worried. 
    Picking up my phone, I dialed a number I had memorized since the first time he gave me his card. Since the first time he had forced his way into my life much like Parker had. 
    “Cross,” came the deep reply.
    “I received something that you might be interested in,” I ground out. I was not in the mood to talk to him but I needed him to leave me alone.
    “Keely?” 
    “I’ll stop by in an hour.”
    “I can come to you.”
    “No.” I shook my head. “Just be there,” I said and hung up the phone. I put the lid on the box and brought it back inside just as Patrick and Troy were heading out into the living room. The sweet scent of cookie dough wafted into my nostrils and if the nerves weren’t eating at my stomach, I’d probably be hungry. “I’m heading out again.”
    “Where are you going?” Troy asked me, frowning.
    I stopped in my tracks but didn’t turn around. “I got picked up by the FBI this morning. You’ll come to know an Agent Steven Cross. I’m going to meet him and bring this package to him.” I looked at Troy over my shoulder, meeting his shocked gaze. “He’s not easy to get along with and he doesn’t take no for an answer.”
    “Keely,” Troy whispered. “What’s going on?”
    I turned back around and headed to the basement. “I’ll tell you everything in time. Right now, I don’t even know what’s going on.” What I did know was that I refused to play the victim any longer. I would be strong. For Parker. And for me. But as I made my way into the ensuite bathroom, the contents that left my stomach said differently. 
     

     
    AS JONES drove me back to the FBI station, my phone rang. I didn’t think it would so soon.
    “Hello princess.”
    My back stiffened. I glanced at Jones but he only kept his eyes locked on the road ahead of us. If he noticed my discomfort, he never said anything. “What do you want, Devin?” I mumbled, curling my feet under me.
    “To talk.”
    “About what?”
    “Parker. Us. The usual,” he said, nonchalantly.
    “Parker is dead. There is no us. I’ve moved on. You don’t need me anymore.”
    Devin chuckled. “Oh, Keely. My beautiful ex-wife. You and I both know that he’s not dead and…you and I? We’ll never be over.”
    “How the hell do you know if Parker is dead or not?” I asked, keeping my voice as calm as possible.
    He laughed again. “Oh sweet, naïve, Keely. You really think that you can keep something like that from me?”
    I sat forward. “I’ve kept everything from you. My heart. My soul. The only thing you got was my body. Everything else? It fucking belongs to