The Pogues were lounging on the HMS Pogue when they spotted her. Rafe’s cousin, standing on the dock near Tannyhill, looking out at the water with her arms crossed like she was trying to keep the world out.

JJ leaned against the rail, squinting. “What’s she even doing here? Don’t people like her stay in country clubs or something?”

Kiara shrugged, her gaze steady on the girl. “Maybe she’s not like them. She doesn’t have that... I own the world vibe.”

Pope shook his head. “She’s still a Cameron. I’m not trusting it.”

John B stayed quiet, watching her carefully as she glanced around, almost nervously, before pulling a camera out of her bag. She started snapping photos of the boats, the marsh, even the sky.

“She’s different,” John B finally said, his voice thoughtful.

“Different doesn’t mean safe,” JJ replied, but his tone lacked its usual bite.

They all watched her a moment longer, caught between their instincts to keep their distance and their curiosity about why someone like her was here at all.