"He has events like this once in a while. Usually it's a small crowd and by invitation only. Today, the crowd you see is made up of the regulars. The core of our group."
"That makes me an interloper." Bree was suddenly uncomfortable. She took a step back from him, suddenly desperate to put some space between them, and looked toward the parking area. Maybe she should be smart here and leave.
Rafe studied her face, his gaze so piercing she was sure he could see all her sudden uncertainties bubbling deep inside her.
"Not at all." One corner of his mouth crooked up in a lopsided grin. "When you posted your message, Emilio had the opportunity to withhold an invite. But he checked you out and whatever your reference told him, must have convinced him you'd fit in with the group." He waved at
