Chapter 8
Rafe made her heart beat double every time Liz touched him. He was hypnotic. If she had spent the morning in his hotel room that night rather than creep out before dawn, there would have been no way she'd have ever left him. Right now his presence was the only thing keeping her together, from not grabbing Brandon in her arms and squeezing her baby tight.
Her son slept peacefully and she'd not wake him.
Elizabeth shouldn't think about Rafe as a man who she'd like to take up against the wall. In the hotel room, she had been the one to rip the buttons of his shirt off. He was coming to stay with her to protect Brandon. Her son mattered far more than her libido. She squared her shoulders as she opened the door.
The sun shone bright in her eyes. For a moment the people appeared in
