Mikayla POV
“I was drunk, and Rafe took me home and looked after me.” I snapped as I climbed out of Rafe’s truck, wobbly and furious.
Tripp stood on the path that led to the house, blocking my way; his nostrils flared, and his neck looked strained. He hadn’t bothered with me for the last six years, and I did perfectly fine without him. But now he thought he could play big brother. Where was he when I truly needed him? Nowhere.
“Why didn’t you bring her home, Rafe?” he bellowed.
“Because she couldn’t find her keys, and I called you a bunch of times,” Rafe said, leaning against his truck, arms crossed.
Tripp’s shoulders relaxed, but I could still see that tick in his jaw as he clenched it.
“She’s my baby sister, Rafe.”
My heart dropped hearing Tripp’s words; he sounded so genuine and
