Raine's POV
I couldn't stop watching him. My eyes followed his every move as he walked toward the front of the room, and I didn't realize how obvious I was being until Isla nudged me.
"Is that him?" she whispered, leaning in close.
I blinked rapidly, snapping out of it. "What?"
"The guy from your garage," she clarified. "The one Dad beat up. Is that him?"
I turned to her in utter surprise. "How did you know about that? I don't remember telling you anything."
She shrugged, looking way too pleased with herself. "Nothing happens without me knowing, Raine. You should know that by now."
I groaned. "Jesus Christ."
"Yeah, yeah." She waved me off, then pointed toward the front. "That man is Cole Maddox, by the way."
"Wait. What?"
"Cole Maddox," she repeated slowly, like I was dense. "Vic
