Mikayla POV
My body froze as the door opened—my heart lurched into my throat, not because of Rafe and his breathtaking smile, but because I was looking into the eyes of my brother.
The smile I’d been wearing drained from my face. Dizziness swept over me, a cold knot tightening in my chest. The excitement I’d felt at seeing Rafe, of feeling his hands sweeping across my skin, his lips trailing heat across my body—vanished, replaced by dread. I wasn’t ready to face my brother. And I absolutely wasn’t ready to lose Rafe.
Tripp falls against the doorframe; his eyes are squinted and rimmed red. His work clothes were disheveled, and the smell of alcohol stung my nose. He was shouting about a baby. My stomach dropped, a cold knot tightening low in my gut.
Tripp… a baby?
I glanced at Rafe. H
