In the wake of a destructive hurricane, Freya and her Pogue friends are thrust into a tumultuous world of love, murder, and a captivating treasure hunt. As secrets emerge from the storm's aftermath, they embark on a thrilling quest that weaves roman...
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" OH GOD, NOTTHISSHITAGAIN?" Freya sits on the porch as Kie rants about Sarah Cameron.
" You brought her here? So what? She's in on this now?" John B looks at the three sitting in the corner.
" I dunno."
" Look, all I care about is her cut comes out of your share."
" Frey?"
She just looks up at Kie and Sarah. " I think the both of ya'll look very pretty today." Kie just brushes off the comment and continues to rant.
" You know, I don't remember taking a vote. This is our thing. A Pogue thing."
" I gotta say, I'm just a tad uncomfortable with all of this."
" Thank you!"
" When are you not?"
" I dunno. I rode here on the back of JJ's bike pretty comfortably." Freya nods her head fast to prove a point. She wishes she had something to take a picture of it with.
" It's true. Most relaxed I've ever seen him."
" He fell asleep." Those words barely made it out of Freya's mouth. She was giggling so much.
" That's cute guys."
" You know we were all extremely uncomfortable until you brought her."
" Stop talking about me like I'm not here!"
" Then leave."
Sarah scoffs and looks at John B "I told you."
" Told him what, exactly? That you're a liar?"
" No, that you're a shit-talking bitch." That got the three in the corner's attention. JJ started to bet money on who would win.
" Everybody shut up! Kie, you are my best friend, right? And Sarah, you're...you're my...you're my girlfriend."
" Ooo... that's new," Pope whispered.
" Not really. I figured it out a while ago." Pope looked at Freya like she had three heads.
" She's your girlfriend now? What was all that talk about you were just using her for information? Get a map, cut her loose."
