Who knew that Hurricane Agatha was supposed to be that very day? Of course the whole island beside you and Rafe. At the time you were on your way to Rafe’s house as he was supposed to drive you to Sarah, it was okay.

You both really hated each other but since you had no other ride—Sarah convinced Rafe to pick you up on his way home.

While you were close to the Country Club, the weather started to change so dramatically that it forced Rafe to pull up on the nearest parking lot. You both hurried inside the Country Club and shut the doors behind you. You were there alone and probably not supposed to be there but there was no other way.

Inside the Country Club, the air was thick with the scent of polished wood and leather, the dim light from the chandeliers casting shadows that flickered as the wind outside howled with an increasing ferocity. You glanced at Rafe, who seemed just as tense, though he tried to mask it with his usual air of arrogance.

“Great,” Rafe muttered under his breath. “Of all the people I could be stuck with during a hurricane…”