Page 37 of Rafe: Sins of the Father

TJ nods. “I’ve got to go talk to my dad. Make sure you introduce Tori to Gigi.”

“Will do,” Rafe answers. After TJ walks off, Rafe guides me to the bar. “What’ll you have?”

I shrug.

He calls over one of the men behind the bar. “You know how to make any vodka drinks, prospect?”

The guy’s eyes shift to me. “Sure. How about a crème brûlée martini?”

“What’s in it, Cody?” Rafe asks.

The prospect reaches behind him, grabs three bottles, and sets them on the bar, listing them off as he does. “Smirnoff’s Vanilla Vodka, Godiva White Chocolate liqueur and Bailey’s Irish Crème.”

Rafe looks back at me, lifting a brow. “Sound good?”

“It sounds great.”

The prospect smiles and taps the bar top. “Coming right up, Miss.”

“And give me a beer,” Rafe adds, and the man slides a longneck on the bar, ice chips sliding down its wet label.

“Thanks, kid.”

Another man comes up behind Rafe and slaps a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, man.”

Rafe twists. “Hey, Billy.”

“How’s it goin’?” Billy asks, his eyes moving between me and Rafe.

“Billy, this is Tori Sawyer. Tori, this is Billy.”

Billy’s brow lifts. “Wait a minute. Sawyer? As in Sawyer Lumber?”

“Yes, actually. He’s my father.”

Billy locks eyes with Rafe. “I see.”

“Don’t start, brother.” Rafe’s words are sharp and low.

Billy lifts his hands, grinning. “Wasn’t gonna. You seen your old man, yet?”

“No, why?”

“He’s in the office with Cole and my father. They sent me to make sure you were here.”

“Jesus Christ. I’m here.”

Billy chuckles. “I see that.”

“We’ve got a full house tonight, huh?” Rafe muses, tipping up his bottle.

“Yep. It’s Mary’s birthday. Dad plans on surprising her after church. Cake and everything, I hear.”

“You get her anything?” Rafe asks.

“I got her a Starbucks gift card.”

Rafe makes a face. “That’s lame. She’s your mother, man.”

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