The dim nightlight in the room cast a dreamlike glow upon her. Even though she was over three months pregnant, she was still so beautiful it was impossible to look away.
Cole Sinclair looked Riley Perry up and down. Good. Aside from her growing belly, nothing else had changed. No, there was one change—she seemed to have grown even more beautiful.
Riley pushed him. "Let go. You reek of blood. I'm going to be sick."
A spurned Cole Sinclair thought, *Of course. This little woman was nothing like the others.*
"This morning, I saw David capture several people. Did you get them out?"
"We just rescued seven people from the basement," Cole said. "Two were critically injured and have already been taken for treatment by our men."
"That's good," Riley replied.
Although he had just been rejected, Cole didn't mind in the slightest. He had, after all, allowed his woman to be taken right from under his nose. He deserved her scorn.
