Chapter 12
Rafe brought Liz a glass of Pinot Grigio, setting it on the coffee table in front of her; he stared at her so hard she wondered what he thought. The deep frown on his face didn't match the guy who earlier suggested they have a drink. Something must have changed in his mind.
He swallowed and held up his glass, then waited for her to join him. As long as it wasn't new evidence about the threat she’d received, then they would be fine. Something inside her whispered his mood wasn't about Brandon. She raised her glass as he said, "To our first night."
“Our first night.”
His shoulders were tight as he sat opposite her with that sour expression on his face. She leaned forward, smiled and hoped he'd get in a better mood, fast. So she winked, channeling Vegas Liz. "Well, technically,
