Chapter 10
Liz followed Rafe across the marble lobby of the condo, a gold chandelier glimmering from the ceiling. A uniformed security guard waved them toward the posh elevator bank, his expression friendly, professional and discreet. Liz looked from the man to Rafe, who bounced Brandon as if nothing was out of the ordinary.. If Rafe was a Miami PD detective, then his lifestyle didn't match. Brandon giggled in his arms.
There was no way police officers made enough money to afford this place. Her heart beat faster as they rode up to the fourteenth floor. Hadn’t he realized that he had all of these perks? Now compared to her family’s wealth, this was nothing, but for a police officer who lived on a salary, this home made no sense.
“Rafe, you are neighbors with people who could be friends
