Chapter Six
My mouth went dry. The robes were gone, as was the jumpsuit I’d last seen him wearing. Now he had on a long wool coat over a dark suit and white dress shirt, although he wasn’t wearing a tie. Even so, the ensemble was about as out of place in casual Sedona as a pair of board shorts would have been on Wall Street.
Regardless, Raphael looked the most human I’d ever seen him — and the most amazing. Anyone else who’d seen him right then might not have mistaken him for a godlike alien, but definitely a vacationing actor or model.
Somehow, I found my voice. “Hello, Raphael.”
A grave nod. “Callista.”
An awkward silence fell after that exchange. He seemed content to merely stand there and look at me, and I had to resist the impulse to reach up and smooth my hair, or touch a finger
