Raquel
We headed into the great room and I removed my hand from his, which I could tell he didn’t like, but I refused to be labeled as his woman.
I saw Sundance raise an eyebrow in our direction before planting a smile on his face and making his way to us. “Raquel.”
“Hey, Sundance.”
“Welcome.”
I smiled, sliding my hands into the pockets of my jeans. “Thanks.”
“Who’s this?” a feminine voice asked.
I turned toward the sound, and a drop-dead gorgeous blonde approached, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Letti, this is Raquel,” Orion said.
“She’s Doc’s sister,” Sundance provided. “Dogs of Fire Prez.”
“Oh, you’re from Savannah,” she said.
“I am. It’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s super nice to meet you, too,” she said in a slightly sing-song voice.
“Ignore my sister,” Orion said.
