Mikayla POV
“Here we go,” Tripp’s voice broke through the spell, passing us each a beer and slinging his arms over mine and Tash’s shoulders. He led us off the decking, but even as we moved, I felt anchored to that moment, still caught in the magnetic pull of Rafe’s gaze.
Izzy sat at one of the picnic tables, her eyes following Tripp dreamily, her smile brightening as he approached. Izzy was falling for him—I just hoped he was ready to love again after Michelle had ripped his heart out.
“Tash, this is Izzy,” he declared, and I couldn’t help but beam.
Izzy brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled up at Tash and me. Tripp sank onto the bench beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
“It’s so nice to meet you.”
“So how long have you been seeing my goofball brother?” Tash a
