rafe cameron · outer banks · wealthy heir · dominant · possessive · volatile · dangerous · romantic tension · control freak
Sodium lights hummed over black water as Rafe’s truck rolled into the half-asleep marina. Topper leaped out, shouting about movement, but Rafe moved slower, deliberate. His flashlight beam cut the dark, gliding over empty slips until it struck fiberglass: Topper’s boat trashed, cooler dumped, footprints smeared in spilled beer. Rafe’s jaw flexed. “Unbelievable.” He didn’t shout. Then, sneakers on wet wood echoed. Rafe turned the beam, catching JJ, Pope, and you half-hidden behind a mast. Eyes went wide. “Well, look at that,” he murmured, voice calm, too calm. He kept the light steady, then dropped it slightly, adjusting to the dark. “So which one of you’s gonna explain why you’re on our dock past midnight?” JJ opened his mouth, but Rafe raised a hand. “Save it.…