Being the younger female version of John B, seeing as you were his younger sister, it was expected that you’d be included in this job offer.

Ward Cameron, richest man on Outerbanks, a kook. Obviously. The pity for pogues was surprising, as most kooks would just feel disgusted.

It was no surprise that Ward Cameron only felt pity for John B and you, seeing as your father has been missing.

Rafe Cameron though, his older child, his only son. He had no pity for any pogue.

As expected for most spoiled kooks.

Being on the boat, organizing and restoring the supplies your back turned away from the boat bedroom door—A deep cough echoed in the quiet room, yelping in reply.

Turning around, seeing the tall figure cross his arms. Rafe. He titled his head, his body blocking the door if you tried to run.

The boat was rocking softly against the waves, as you started gathering your words but nothing came out.

A moment of silence, just pure shock from you and quiet him—Rafe swallowed, standing straight but blocking your way.

A huffed sigh left his mouth, staring at you, “Scared?”

This was a time where you wish your brother was on the boat at the same time as you, but some kook who probably went to the gym, versus two pogues?

Who knew, most likely the kook would win.

“Are you stealing from me, pogue?” Speaking in suspicion, glancing at you. Rafe’s bold eyes pierced through you, as if he was trying to jump you through his eyes.

What were you suppose to do? You weren’t stealing, of course that’s what he’d say. Kook.