Rafe POV
The door swings open, and I see her, standing behind the bar, laughing. Fùck. That is one of the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard. I stroll in behind Tripp, my chest tightening and a pull in the pit of my stomach demanding attention. Her eyes drift up and lock with mine, sparkling as the light hits them, stealing the breath from my lungs and sending a jolt straight through me. Around us, a few glasses clink and someone laughs low at a joke, but it all fades under the pull of her gaze.
“Izzy asked me to meet her after work. Do you mind? I’ll be five minutes.”
“No, I’ll get us a drink.”
“Thanks, dude.”
Tripp pats my shoulder as he squeezes past, and I make my way toward her. Her teeth catch her bottom lip as I reach the end of the bar. My gaze lingers on the roll of her h
