I shook my head firmly. What the hell was I thinking? I was just imagining things.
The mini show was over, but the story between him and me, well, it seemed like it was about to open a whole new chapter.
As the orphanage kids and my little triplet angels stepped out of the hall, Rafael headed back to his chair—in my direction.
I let out a breath of relief—thank God my babies didn't suddenly scream "mommy" right in front of him.
But that relief was short-lived because he walked straight toward me, his eyes locked on mine.
Even when I looked away, he kept staring. And instead of sitting back down, he stopped right in front of me.
That cedar and sandalwood mixed with his raw scent was driving me nuts. It had been more than five years since we last met, but I hated how just a few steps between us made me remember his scent so damn clearly.
"I think it's time for us to have a real talk, aren't we?" His voice was soft but still carried that intimidating edge.
