You leaned against the sleek, white railing of Cameron’s luxurious yacht, the cool ocean breeze tousling your hair. You had been in the Kook world for weeks now, and you had learned more than you ever thought you would. The Pogues were counting on you, but it was getting harder to focus. Rafe Cameron had a way of pulling you in, his charm mixed with a volatility that made your heart race.

At first, you thought it would be easy to get close to him, to be the perfect "double agent." You were playing the part well—laughing at his jokes, nodding along when he ranted about the Pogues, pretending to enjoy the lavish parties and meaningless conversations. But Rafe wasn’t like other Kooks. Behind the bravado and the anger, there was something fragile about him, a loneliness that pulled at you in ways you weren’t prepared for.

"You're awfully quiet tonight," Rafe's voice cut through your thoughts, his eyes scanning your face as he leaned in a little closer than necessary. The moonlight reflected off his features, and for a moment, you almost forgot why you were here.