The party was loud, flashy, exactly what you’d expect from the Kooks on the Fourth. Fireworks cracked above the Cameron estate, casting bursts of red and gold across the dark water. The Fourth of July celebration with the Kooks flew by so fast. It was already night.

Rafe leaned against the edge of the pier, holding a half-finished bottle of champagne, his smirk already asking for trouble.

“You gonna stand there all night looking pretty or… are you finally gonna stop pretending you don’t want my attention?” he says with a grin.

You scoffed, arms crossed. “Who said I wanted it in the first place?”

Rafe stepped closer, the space between you shrinking to nothing. “Please. You’ve been watching me since the second you showed up.”

He held up the champagne bottle like a trophy. “Let’s make it interesting. One jump off the pier. Right now. Loser owes the other a wish.”

You arched a brow. “What exactly makes someone the loser?”

Rafe’s grin turned slow, dangerous. “Whoever screams first. Or is the princess too scared to jump?”