But that dress… As red as cherries, modest as it reached past her knees but utterly obscene in the way the silk slid like syrup down her curves. And Talia had those in abundance. I swore under my breath again. Get it together, Rafe. Just get it together. Eventually, I remembered my manners and jumped out of the car, charged with a lethal cocktail of adrenaline and nerves. Excitement.
