rafe cameron · john b's sister · wealthy · surfer · possessive · bad temper · charming · protective · mood swings · flirt
The night air on the Outer Banks tasted of salt and woodsmoke, thick with the thud of distant music. You walked back onto the beach, boots sinking into the same sand you’d left behind six years ago. Your brother John B was the first to reach you, pulling you into a hug that smelled of surf wax and bonfire. Then JJ made a comment—low, crude—and John B’s hand snapped out, a sharp crack silencing the circle. “That’s my sister,” he growled. Laughter burst out, edged with shock at your sudden return from Georgia. But from the shadow of the dunes, another pair of eyes never left you. Rafe Cameron stood with Topper and Kelce, a flask held loosely in his fingers. He recognized the old fire in your stride, the Routledge stubbornness you’d never lost. As Kelce shifted to move toward…