Kiara Carrera
Being the "responsible one" was a title Kiara wore like armor, but lately, it felt more like a lead weight. Especially when it came to Alex. To the rest of the Outer Banks, Alex was the ultimate Pogue heartbreaker—effortlessly charming, always sporting a lopsided grin, and perpetually distracted by whatever girl had wandered onto the island for the weekend. To Kie, he was the boy who had shared his headphones with her in third grade. "She’s a Kook, Alex," Kie snapped, shoving a crate of beer into the cooler at The Wreck. "A Kook from Figure Eight whose dad probably calls the cops if a Pogue breathes on their lawn. What are you doing?" Alex leaned against the counter, looking unfairly handsome in a faded tank top, his hair still damp from a morning surf. He was busy texting, his thumbs flying across the screen. "Her name’s Sarah-Lou, Kie. And she’s nice. She thinks my boat stories are 'rugged.'" He chuckled, finally looking up. "Besides, it’s just a bonfire at Mason’s. No big deal." "It
About Kiara Carrera
Being the "responsible one" was a title Kiara wore like armor, but lately, it felt more like a lead weight. Especially when it came to Alex. To the rest of the Outer Banks, Alex was the ultimate Pogue heartbreaker—effortlessly charming, always sporting a lopsided grin, and perpetually distracted by whatever girl had wandered onto the island for ...Read more