Skye fought to control her feminine response and the uptick of her pulse. She tried not to think about how capable he looked, how utterly masculine and completely in control.

“We talked about this,” she said. “We decided it was too risky. The building sits too far out in the open. We need to get Callie out of there. If the men spot the drone, they’ll come after us, and we won’t be able to get it done. We’ve already pushed our luck as far as we dare.”

Edge still didn’t look convinced. “Callie’s our priority, no question, but she’s not the only woman who needs help. If what Henson is doing in that building is illegal, it’ll force the sheriff to take action. That’s the only way we’re going to be able to help the others.”

Skye said nothing. Unless they hired an army of mercenaries to go against Henson’s heavily armed men, the only way they could free the other women who wanted to leave was with the help of law enforcement.

“We’ll get Callie to testify,” Skye argued. “She can tell the authorities what’s going on and force them to do their jobs.”

“The way Molly did?”

Molly had refused. Maybe Callie would, too.

“Callie might not even know what they’re doing in that building,” Edge said. “Molly didn’t know.”

Resigned, Skye blew out a breath. “All right. We go in tonight and get Callie out, but while we’re there, we find a way to see what’s going on in the third metal building.”

“Or we do it right now. I’ve got one battery left. I can circle the drone around behind, take a quick look inside, and get out without being spotted.”

She would rather wait until Callie was safe. But if they waited till dark and used the night vision on the drone, the hard-to-decipher pale green images might not give them enough intel to figure out what was actually happening.

Skye reluctantly nodded. “Okay, let’s do it.”

Edge flashed one of his devastating smiles, a blaze of even white teeth. With his olive complexion, amazing blue eyes, and neatly trimmed, shiny black hair, the man was as perfect as one of his smiles. To say nothing of his broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped, perfectly sculpted body.

Skye’s heart squeezed. She’d once been as proud of her body as Edge must be of his. Not anymore.

“All right, let’s get this done.” Edge changed the drone battery and sent it off on one last flight, circling low along the hills outside the fence, then swooping in and silently flying along the eaves of the third building.

A FedEx delivery truck idled in front of two big metal doors that had been slid open. The drone darted in through the opening. Edge sent it up to the curved ceiling, out of the line of sight, then began to slowly circle around inside.

“Holy mother,” he said, his attention glued to the laptop screen positioned in the back of the SUV beneath the open cargo bay door.