Next to her Bree sensed Rafe's body tense and his arm, which he'd draped over her shoulder at some point, tightened slightly. His fingers rubbed her shoulder in an even circular motion. She knew she should shrug off his touch, but somehow she felt so connected to him, she had no desire to.

Her mind drifted at the heat of his touch, but the crack of a whip, brought her sharply back into the present. She shifted her gaze back to the platform where Drake strode around Sara, a ...