Jj And Rafe Outer Banks Novelas e Histórias

I interjected, only to be met with more chuckles. "Alright, guys, we should head out if we don’t want to miss the bazaar," Rafe announced, standing up. It dawned on me then that the bazaar, an event I would usually overlook, was starting today. "We all know Malik isn't too keen on these things. But it’s our best shot at blending in and shopping like regular folks." The rest of the group stood up, and Rafe gave me a knowing look. "I wouldn’t be surprised if Ezinne went with Xavier."

“I’ll see you later, Kyle.” Kyle? Private nicknames? Jin noticed that the woman addressed Rafe McKenzie with a different name. Rafe leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He looked quite smitten with her, and Jin wondered if he sported the same lovesick look whenever he looked at Julianne. Rafe was still looking at Jasmine even when she left and approached the other visitors. Then finally, he turned to him. Jin held his hands up in the air. “Don’t worry, man. Not interested in your girl. I’m engaged.”

What was Rafe up to? “Find Jace and get rid of him.”

“Go get hot for your man.” When I finally get outside, Rafe is leaning against his car like he stepped straight out of a rock music video. He’s wearing a pair of dark jeans, a dark green Henley clings to every muscle, with a black leather jacket over top, and he’s wearing a smirk that could melt my panties off. “Damn, sugar,” he whistles lowly. “Are you trying to kill me before I even leave town?” “Maybe,” I say, acting demure. “You like?”

Jasper complains, kicking at the grass. “We’re not being a sore loser, are we, bud?” Rafe asks as he stands and spins Jade upside down, one arm holding her by her waist, her long hair almost brushing the ground. Her laughter echoes off the surrounding trees. “No, daddy,” Jasper squeals as Rafe scoops down and picks him up in the other arm, and he climbs him like a monkey. With one child hanging upside down and the other holding tight to his neck, Rafe wears an enormous smile, laughing along with the kids.

The four of them claimed a corner near the steps, elbows hooked on warm stone, drinks within reach. Rafe fetched rounds. Natalie stole sips from everyone’s glass. Jace’s thigh brushed Lena’s beneath the surface on purpose exactly twice, “accidentally” at least ten times. "Where are you from, Rafe?" Natalie asked. “Denver originally. Now I just chase surf and coffee.” “So homeless,” she teased. “So discerning,” he corrected, grinning. Lena tipped her head to Jace. “And you?” Rafe asked Lena. “Here,” she said, brushing her shoulder against his. “Right now, I’m from here.”

"I'm Beckett Group's best connection in Solana City. In fact, I've secured a document for a cultural city project set to begin bidding in three years. I promise it'll be yours. You have my word!" "Three years?" Justin's voice dripped with mock gratitude. "How kind of you. But before you decide, let me show you something." Justin tapped his phone, sending a video. Moments later, Rafe's sharp intake of breath was audible through the call. His voice quivered with both fear and rage. "You… You set me up? How could you?" The video showed Rafe, naked and debauched on a couch, flanked by two unclothed women. If this got out, he'd be ruined.

Rafe says. I barely manage not to roll my eyes at their cloak and dagger shit. “This time can I at least get a phone number?” “Yes.” Rafe turns on his phone. I pull mine out and it beeps with a message. “That’s me,” he says. I don’t even bother asking how he got my number. These guys probably already know everything there is to know about me, Jasmine, and my pack.