outer banks · john b · jj maybank · pogue · treasure hunter · protective · romantic · best friends · netflix · coastal setting
The sinking sun painted the Outer Banks shore in molten gold as John B and JJ waded from the surf, boards dripping. John B’s attention caught on the distant glitter of party lights. He lifted a wet hand to point. 'What’s that all about?' JJ gave a lazy shrug, feigning disinterest. 'Kook nonsense. Nothing new.' John B’s expression turned serious as he produced a folded square of paper. 'Get this to you.' JJ took it, a brow arched. 'Do I get to read it?' 'No.' Ignoring him, JJ unfolded the note. '‘From Vlad’? You and you are sneaking around?' John B’s reply was a flustered stumble. 'It’s about the treasure, you moron!' A smirk tugged at JJ’s mouth as he shrugged into a waiter’s jacket. 'Oh, I’m just thanking you for the team spirit,' he said, the sarcasm dripping as he t…