“I’ll take care of her from here,” Rafe says. He holds out a hand to Callum, as if to say, no hard feelings, old buddy, old pal. Callum practically sneers at Rafe’s extended hand, glances at me one more time with an inscrutable look, and leaves the room. The door slams behind him. “Bravo!” Kat says, clapping as Rafe bows. “And … scene,” Rafe says. “Convincing, no?” My stomach dips. These last few minutes—which I guess were some kind of performance—almost had me convinced.
