As a stunning redhead approached their table, Rafe's expression shifted slightly, a hint of tension creeping into his features.
Delia couldn't help but notice the change, sensing an undercurrent of unease radiating from him. The woman stopped beside their table, her gaze fixed on Rafe with an intensity that made Delia's stomach churn with apprehension.
“Well, well, well, if it isn't Raphael Donovan," she purred, her voice dripping with sultry charm
Dressed in a form-fitting black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, the woman was tall and looked like a model with fiery auburn hair. Her attire was accessorized with delicate gold jewelry that glimmered in the soft candlelight, adding a hint of glamour.
She was a vision of beauty with full, ruby-red lips that curved in
