She hated him. She hated him more than she ever thought possible. He was a kook- her natural born enemy.
He didn't hate her at all. Not one bit. It couldn't have been farther from the truth. Did she know that? No- and she never would.
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"You and I...
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The sun beat down on Kori as her eyes surveyed the mess that was the chateau. Fallen branches and uprooted trees littered the front yard, leaving an absolute mess in its wake. Strung gusts of wind and the sound of heavy rain had accompanied her sleep last night after getting back with John B, so the fact that the sun was out and shining like there hadn't been a whole-ass hurricane twelve hours prior was confounding. She sighed, leaning over the wooden railing as he picked up a fallen branch.
"That is not good." He paused, sighing loudly. "Oh, man."
A creak emitted from behind Kori, the sound forcing her to turn back to the doorway. JJ warily rubbed his eyes, coming up next to her. "Agatha did some work, huh?"
"The understatement of the year." Kori quipped, her expression contorting as he burped. She rolled her eyes, returning her gaze to John B. "I'm not helping clean this up— for the record."
He gave her a side-eye, a stoic expression painted on his face. "Of course you aren't." He didn't say anything after that, climbing atop the HMS Pogue instead.
JJ jotted down the front steps, meeting him a few feet away. "What are you thinkin'?"
"I'm thinkin' that storm surge pushed all the crab out on the marsh maze. All those drum are gonna chase the crab."
"What about the DCS?" JJ reminded him. "Wasn't that today?"
"Nah, they're not gettin' on a ferry." John B stated, gesturing to the wreckage surrounding them.
Kori grinned, already knowing exactly what he'd say.
"Come on; think about it. It's God tellin' us to fish."
"Then what are we waiting for?" She asked, meeting both boys' gazes before turning back inside.
Kori pulled on a black bikini top and a pair of jean shorts, not even bothering to grab her phone off the nightside table near the bed. It's not like she had or would be getting any texts that meant anything— and that wasn't because of the hurricane. No, Luke didn't particularly care that his kids hadn't been home the past seventy-two hours. Hell, he probably wouldn't even care if she ever came home.
In less than ten minutes, the three of them were on the water, sailing through the fallout of the storm. Most people were already underway, cleaning up branches, parts of roofs that had blown off, or any other damaged items. The Pogues, on the other hand, would not be joining in in those festivities. At least not today.
As the HMS Pogue approached the Heyward residence, all eyes were on Pope. He had a sprinkler in hand and had likely been helping his dad for hours now. And Kori just knew that Pope had felt safe in his home last night during the hurricane. That was the thing though. Even if Kori or JJ had been home, neither of them would've felt even remotely protected or secure. So if she hadn't been with John B, she knew she would've been with Pope's family. His parents had always felt more like a family than hers ever had.
