I’d spent the entire day avoiding looking at Rafe, like I was afraid that I’d burst into flames if we made eye contact or that Connor would somehow find out Rafe and I had kissed. I felt as though I needed a more powerful word to describe what had happened last night—kiss just didn’t cut it. The intensity of the encounter was probably just brought on by fear and relief and the whisper of danger that surrounded us. But still, it had left me shaken and unsettled. “So it’s agreed? You’re going to go with Rafe tomorrow, show him the lab?” Lucas asked as we gathered at the park entrance. “Yeah, dude, sure,” Dallas replied. “I have a motorbike,” Rafe said. “We should be able to make good time. How about I meet you at dawn?” “I’m not really an up-at-dawn kinda guy,” Dallas said. “How about mid-morning?” They agreed on a time, and Rafe left with Dallas.
