Bethany
Rachel sashayed into the kitchen just in time to interrupt the moment. I almost felt grateful. After meeting my parents at the supermarket, I didn’t really feel equipped to ride another emotional roller coaster with Rafe. Rachel gave a cheery smile and secured her blond hair in a clip behind her head. “What are we cooking? Can I help?”
I narrowed my eyes at the woman. Although she was always outwardly very kind and polite, I was beginning to suspect that it was all an act, put on for Raphael’s benefit. I wasn’t very comfortable with her to begin with, just based on the fact that she was a gorgeous woman who worked intimately with Raphael and traveled with him everywhere he went. But since I saw that little scene play out in the study, I had developed a definite dislike for Rafe’s
