The long, dark limo glided up in front of her, and Raven swore silently to herself. There was absolutely no doubt in her mind who this would be. He’d been sitting here, watching, waiting for her to be on her own. He’d definitely seen the kiss—the warm, tender kiss she could still taste lingering on her lips.

The bottle of wine she’d split with Brandon was making her head fuzzier than it should be at this moment. She should be walking away, pretending she somehow ...