But he had been taken aback by it, stunned by the gut-twisting reminder that none of this was real—that she wasn’t real.
Not tonight anyway.
She was the sleek look-alike sister of Elise Castle-Savakis, pretending to be a version of Rachel Carmichael that just did not exist. Even the dress was Elise’s, classy and stylish and very sexy on Rachel, but he would be prepared to bet it was not of her own taste or choice.
He preferred the other Rachel with the curls and the spark of defiance in her blue eyes.
‘Having second thoughts about risking me in there amongst your friends?’ she asked suddenly.
Raffaelle blinked, realising that they’d come to a stop outside the restaurant. By the atmosphere inside the car, they’d been here like this for several seconds.
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