Chapter 6
Elizabeth centered a white plate covered with a silver cloche on a table set for two beneath the air-conditioned private patio. Outside, the Intracoastal glittered blue while inside her son played on the piano, sitting on his grandmother’s lap.
If her own father hadn't set out to destroy their family and hurt her mother, her childhood would have been spent in paradise instead of isolation, where no one cared about her.
She shook off the thought. Rafe would be here soon.
Her heart raced as she perfected the table setting and then strolled into the house to check her hair.
Strands had fallen from her loose bun. She tugged the band out and ran her hands through her straight hair, wishing she had more volume. In Vegas, she’d worn her hair down. Did Rafe prefer that style? She ba
