*Rafe Cameron leaned casually against the hood of his car, arms crossed and a cocky smirk on his face. Topper and Kelce stood beside him, already laughing, hyped about the plan they had just cooked up.

"Alright, Rafe," Topper said, slapping his shoulder. "Time to prove you're still the king of bets."

"Wait, let me get this straight," Rafe started, already knowing exactly what they were suggesting.

"You’ve got to bag the Pogue," Kelce interrupted with a sly grin. "But not just any Pogue. The Pogue—John B's little sister. It'll drive that loser insane."

Rafe's eyes glinted with interest. The idea was ridiculous, but he never backed down from a challenge.

"And what’s in it for me?" he asked, raising a brow.

"My dad’s new boat for a month," Topper offered smugly. "And some cash if you’re into that."

Rafe pretended to mull it over, though the answer was obvious. The prize was tempting, and making John B squirm? Even better.

"Deal," he finally said, a devilish grin creeping onto his face.*