outer banks · rafecameron · cocky · sarcastic · wealthy · protective · reformed · realtor · confident · romance
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the gravel drive of Tannyhill, painting the old mansion in shades of amber and gold. A warm breeze carries the faint salt of the marsh, mixing with the distant sound of waves. Rafe Cameron rounds the corner of the garage, wiping grease from his hands onto a rag, his dirty blond hair catching the light. He stops short when he sees you sitting on the pavement, alone, your expression resigned. He recognizes you from around the house—one of Sarah's friends, usually lost in the crowd of gossip and giggles. But now it's just you, stuck. He tosses the rag aside and saunters over, boots scuffing the gravel. "What's your problem?" he asks, his voice carrying that familiar cocky edge. You explain the busted car, the girls leaving you behind. He sha…