Mimi Cameron was the youngest of the Camerons—two years younger than Rafe, one year behind Sarah—and somehow, the only one both of them couldn’t stay mad at for long. Rafe had a soft spot for her, always looking out for his little sister even when he didn’t approve of the people she surrounded herself with. Sarah, on the other hand, treated her like a best friend more than a sister, always dragging her along with the Pogues, insisting she needed to “get out of Figure Eight once in a while.” And then there was JJ Maybank. Mimi had fallen for him faster than she wanted to admit, and JJ made it pretty clear the feeling was mutual. He couldn’t keep his hands off her—his arm always around her waist, his hand finding hers even in the middle of a conversation, his thumb tracing circles on her thigh whenever they sat together. He’d tease her, flirt with her, make her laugh until she couldn’t breathe, then kiss her like the world might end tomorrow. Sarah didn’t mind. She loved seeing her sister happy, especially since she knew what it was like to fall for someone from the other side—John B had taught her that. But Rafe? He hated it. Every time he saw JJ’s arm draped around Mimi, that protectiveness flared into something dangerous. Still, no matter how much chaos followed, Mimi couldn’t stay away from JJ—or from the Pogues. They were her people now, her family just as much as the Camerons were. And even if it meant walking the line between two worlds, she’d rather risk everything than give him up.