We both turn at the sound of that sultry female voice.
The woman approaching us has long, flowing hair that fades from blond on top down to a dark, almost chocolate shade at the ends. She's in a silvery mini-dress - which emphasizes that her legs go on for miles - and I'd bet what little I have in my savings account that she's a model, or at least an aspiring one.
"We have some catching up to do," she purrs, sliding her arm around Rafe's waist and leaning into him. She turns her lips to his ear. "What do you say we head over to the bar?"
"Charity," he says pleasantly, "may I introduce you to Edie?"
He pulls me around him, bringing me face-to-face with her.
I have no idea what to do in this sort of situation - laugh it off? Mark my territory? In the end, I just stick out my hand in gre
