Chapter 7Rafe almost looked back.
It was tempting. So tempting. And it would take such little effort. Just a turn of the head, a glance out of the corner of his eye, and he could watch Sullivan returning to Belle’s, a blot breaking up the sameness he sometimes hated with a passion. Yielding to the temptation, however, would pave the way for turning around entirely, and the last thing he needed—not wanted, because, God, did he want Sullivan—was to complicate this even more than it already was.
He hadn’t intended the kiss. When he’d first realized Sullivan was in the church, Rafe had hoped he would just go away if Rafe pretended he wasn’t aware of him. He’d managed to avoid him all day, after all. A few more minutes should have been simple. But his prayers became disjointed, his thoughts s
