The band was white gold with a Celtic knot design. “Brady, this is beautiful.”
“Even if I was a struggling artist and all-around failure, I’d want my beloved wife to have something special. That’s the only kind of marriage I can imagine.”
Just when she was beginning to think that she had the upper hand, he had disarmed her. She slipped the ring onto her finger. “A perfect fit.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
This occasion seemed to call for something more. A hug? A peck on the cheek? That might give him the wrong idea. They were only pretending to be married. She wasn’t attracted to him. Okay, maybe she was a little bit attracted …
The uncomfortable moment ended when his cell phone rang and he answered. As he talked, he went to the passenger side of the truck and opened the door. They’d already decided that she’d take the first shift driving because she knew her way around the area. She climbed behind the steering wheel, fastened her seat belt and plugged her key into the ignition.
He ended his call and turned toward her. “That was Cole.”
She started the engine. “Why did he call?”
“He’s been coordinating with local law enforcement. During the past five months, three young women have gone missing from Denver.”
“That’s terrible, but it doesn’t sound like a lot.”
“All three were eight months pregnant.”
A shudder wrenched through her. With the teasing and the packing and the rushing around, she’d almost forgotten why they were going undercover. This investigation wasn’t a game. These missing women were victims of the worst kind of crime.
She worked with new mothers every day. There was no worse pain than losing a child.
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