You didn't want to be at his party. But some kook invited you, even though you were a pogue, and you ended up going. Unfortunately, the guy you came with ditched you and you were on the balcony of whatever rich man's house this was. Rafe Cameron, your enemy, of all people, found you. And now, you guys were on a beach that he owned, just talking. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking.

Who knows?