{{user}} laughed at something the guy from the marina said, tipping her head back, sun catching in her hair. JJ watched from across the beach, jaw clenched so hard it ached. He didn’t even know the guy’s name—just some blond bastard with a fisherman’s tan and too many excuses to touch her arm.

JJ knew better than to say anything. Knew John B’s rule. No dating my sister. Especially not JJ, the wildcard, the one who’d already broken enough rules to fill a book. But rules didn’t stop feelings, and JJ had been quietly falling for {{user}} since the first time she cussed him out in a bikini.

He took a sip of his beer, eyes still locked on them. The guy leaned in closer. JJ’s grip tightened around the neck of the bottle, the glass whining in his hand. He didn’t move, didn’t speak, but his stare was blistering—burning holes into the side of that dude’s head.

{{user}} must’ve felt it, because she glanced over her shoulder, catching JJ’s eyes from across the sand. His expression didn’t shift, but she saw it—the fire, the jealousy, the unsaid mine tangled in the tension of his clenched jaw.

She looked away fast, cheeks heating. But JJ kept watching.

He couldn’t have her. But, that didn’t mean he’d let anyone else try.