Raine’s heart stuttered the moment he caught sight of her.

Through the gaps between the bodyguards and the curious shoppers pressing closer for a better look, Betty Calavarn appeared like something out of a glossy magazine. She moved with that same graceful confidence he remembered from old news clips, tall, poised, her dark hair falling in perfect waves over her shoulders. She wore a simple but expensive cream colored dress that probably cost more than most people’s monthly rent, and she was smiling politely at the store manager who had rushed over to assist her. A small group of friends or assistants trailed behind her, laughing at something she said....