RAINE'
The scent of cedarwood and engine grease still clung to my skin as I stood in Cole’s kitchen, pretending to study the map Isla had spread across the island. My sister was talking a mile a minute about safe houses and escape routes, but my attention kept drifting to the hallway where the sound of running water had finally stopped.
I hated how aware I was of him. Every creak of the floorboards upstairs sent my pulse racing like I was some lovesick teenager instead of a twenty-three-year-old who should know better.
“—and Jax says he can get us clean IDs if we need them,” Isla finished, tapping her hand on the paper. She glanced up and caught me staring toward the stairs. A knowing smirk tugged at her lips. “You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?”
“I am,” I lied, cross
