We both turn at the sound of that sultry female voice.

The woman approaching us has long, flowing hair that fades from blond on top down to a dark, almost chocolate shade at the ends. She's in a silvery mini-dress - which emphasizes that her legs go on for miles - and I'd bet what little I have in my savings account that she's a model, or at least an aspiring one.

"We have some catching up to do," she purrs, sliding her arm around Rafe's waist and leaning into him. ...