Four
Crutching his way across soft sand was not Carey’s idea of a good time.
By the time he reached the beach chairs, he was sweaty and out of sorts. Jase didn’t say anything or offer any help, and he was grateful for that. So many times people thought they had to “help,” not realizing they were being more of a hindrance than anything else. As a medical professional, Jase was aware of that, so Carey was able to catch his breath in peace as Jase busied himself setting their cooler and Carey’s leg bag within reach.
“Gonna go get in that game, if that’s okay,” Jase said, nodding toward a volleyball match going on nearby. “Shout if you need me.”
Carey nodded back, and Jase winked at him before stripping his T-shirt off and loping toward the group of volleyball players.
They seemed to know
