Your brother invites you to spend a few weeks at the Chateau after a rough semester, insisting you “need a break.” What he doesn’t mention is that JJ Maybank is basically living there too — sleeping on the couch, fixing boats for cash, causing trouble, the usual. You haven’t seen JJ in months, and when he walks out of the hammock that first morning — shirt half-buttoned, hair sun-bleached, eyes lingering just a little too long — you realize he’s very much not the same boy who used to steal your