“I’ll be driving you back to Skye’s apartment,” he said. “We can stop on the way if there’s anything you need.”

“The fridge is stocked,” Skye said. “At least you’ll have plenty to eat.” She had given Molly enough cash for some new clothes, shoes, makeup, or whatever feminine products she needed.

“I’ll be fine.”

Trace handed Skye the keys to the Yukon, and she handed him Edge’s car keys. Trace opened the passenger door to the Nissan and waited for Molly to settle inside. She gasped when he leaned across to fasten her seat belt.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m harmless.” He smiled. “Skye can attest to that.”

When it came to women, Trace was anything but harmless. But he was always up front with them and never took advantage, and he would defend a woman with his life if it came to it. Knowing at least a little of Molly’s situation, he would be especially gentle with her.

Skye thought of Edge. She had never been interested in Trace as anything more than a friend, but her attraction to Edge grew stronger every day.

Like Trace, Edge had been raised to treat a woman with respect and defend her with everything he had. He was also honest with the women he dated—and there were legions of them.

He wasn’t looking for anything permanent. He promised a good time while it lasted, but that was all. Though that kind of relationship had never appealed to Skye before, she had actually begun to give it some thought.

Maybe a quick fling with Edge would end her infatuation and she could get her mind back on work. If it weren’t for her hideous leg, she might actually do it.

Her insides tightened as she remembered the terrible night two weeks after she had gotten out of the hospital and returned to Denver. Her fiancé had invited her to supper in his apartment.

Skye had been nervous, afraid of how Brian would react when they made love and he had to deal with her burn-scarred leg. She would never forget the repulsion on her fiancé’s handsome face. When he was unable to get an erection, he had simply left the bed, left the room, gone into his study, and closed the door. Skye had dressed and fled the apartment. She had returned his engagement ring the next day.

Brian hadn’t objected.

The thought of seeing that same look of repulsion—or, worse yet, pity—on Edge Logan’s face was enough to put an end to any thought of having sex with him.

Forcing her attention back to the moment, Skye spoke to Molly through the rolled-down window of the Nissan. “I’ll call you, keep you up to date on what’s happening. Think about talking to the police. I know you’re scared, but there are women in there who need your help.”

Molly made no reply.

Trace walked up to Skye. “I’ll get Molly settled and come back as soon as you’ve got the intel and you’re ready to go in.”