Spectators were already out in droves on the beach. The quarters, semis, and finals drew larger crowds than any of the other parts of the competition. Drew passed Shawn’s trailer.
Shawn sat at a table under a white pop-up tent, signing autographs for a couple of middle-school girls. Shawn waved at Drew and Drew’s stomach dropped into his knees. He wobbled a little, blushed, and waved back. Goddamned, if I keep acting like this, I am f****d.
Drew didn’t see Amber walking toward him until their shoulders collided. “Watch where you’re going,” Amber snapped. She was wearing the-lack-of bikini he’d seen Shawn pay for yesterday and a sheer blue sarong, because apparently that made her ass hanging out of her bikini bottoms for all to see completely socially acceptable. He could see why she didn
