ANGEL SANTINO STOOD before the heavy pine door, his dark gaze sliding over the rustic but well-appointed room. Though the space they were in was below ground level, with no windows, he’d painstakingly scoped out an exit should they need a fast retreat.
The girl was sleeping, her tiny chest rising and falling in the rhythmic jerks that were the aftermath of hours of crying. Juliana held her close, one delicate hand smoothing up and down the child’s back to soothe.
Angel’s gaze caught on the pretty Hispanic woman, his chest tightening as he considered what he was going to have to do. Juliana Catalina had soft brown eyes, delicate cheekbones and a full, perfectly formed mouth that tightened with anger whenever they were threatened.
She was small and had a way of shrinking into her surround
