Rafe POV
I could still hear the rumble of the aircraft I’d just stepped off and the clatter of suitcase wheels dragging across the polished floor of the busy airport. People rushed past in every direction—some idìot even clipped my leg with his case—but I maneuvered through the chaos. The recycled airport air carried a faint trace of jet fuel, tangled with too much perfume.
My nerves built with each step. Normally, I could walk into any room and not give a damn what people thought.
But this wasn’t business or some stranger at a bar—this was different.
This was her world, her people.
And for the first time in a long time, I cared how I’d measure up.
Through the crowd, I spotted Oli, instantly recognizable even amid the chaos. Cameras and phones flashed around him, and people shoute
