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"What?"
Rᴀfᴇ glared at his sister. Sarah had been giving him a suspicious side eye all day. "Why are you not going with us?" Her brother not jumping at the first chance he could get to go to their vacation home like he usually did was an oddity in itself. "What are you up to?"
"Nothing." Rafe snapped, grabbing a Gatorade from the fridge. "We go every year, it's no big deal." He shrugged which wasn't a complete lie. They did go to Nassau every year but usually, it was Rafe's favorite time of the year. The beaches there were amazing. He didn't have to sneak alcohol and he always had plenty of beautiful islander women to have fun with.
"You know if you throw a party behind dad's back, he'll probably really kick you out this time." Sarah folded her arms across her chest. She never understood why her brother always seemed to gamble with their dad's patience. Ward Cameron was still pissed at him for taking the Druther out, throwing a party and getting it stuck on a sandbar. Rafe had his Druther privileges removed indefinitely for the foreseeable future.
