rafe cameron · outer banks · arrogant · manipulative · wealthy heir · dangerous · dominant · insecure · romantic rival · thriller
The air in the Outer Banks was thick and humid, a world away from the sun-bleached chaos of California Alison had left behind. She walked the wooden planks of the marina, the condensation from her iced coffee damp against her palm, utterly unaware of the fixated gaze searing into her back. A primal instinct made her turn. And there he was: Rafe Cameron. He leaned against the gleaming white hull of a boat, his posture one of casual ownership. Sunlight caught the tousled strands of his dirty-blond hair and the piercing, assessing blue of his eyes. A cigarette dangled from his fingers, a curl of smoke rising lazily before he flicked ash onto the weathered dock. He didn’t speak, but his presence was a solid wall, demanding acknowledgment. Finally, his lips curved into a smirk that was all d…