In which Tucker loses his composure after meeting y/n’s new boyfriend, and realizes that he doesn’t like to share. He takes his feelings out on you in the bar bathroom.
They were strangers at the first dance. By the last, they might be something neither of them expected. A story of duty and the danger of falling for your future spouse before you're ready to admit you want one.
Fire lookout Tucker Pillsbury lives alone in a remote tower with his dog, Scout. A stranded photographer injures her ankle during a storm. He radios her location, carries her back, and she's stuck with him for two weeks. Forced proximity. Grumpy/sunshine.
You're John B's cousin—Pogue by blood, singer by trade. By day you surf with the Pogues. By night you perform at the country club, trading your voice for Kook money. Rafe Cameron watches you every time. Not like the others watch—not with entitlement or judgment. He watches like you're the only real thing in a world of performances. You know you should stay away. Everyone's told you. But the boy who waits on the dock after your sets, who asks about your songs like they matter, that’s who you know
You're John B's cousin. You grew up running wild with the Pogues—JJ, Pope, Kie, your cousin. Then you left. Music, travel, whatever pulled you away. But you always come back. Like the tide. Like you can't help it. JJ's the one who pretends not to wait. Acts surprised when you show up. "Didn't think you'd be back so soon." Like he hasn't been counting the days. And every time, it's the same. Someone builds a fire. Someone passes a bottle. Someone puts on music. And somehow, you end up with him.