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Bennett deposited his surfing gear on a dune. Sure enough, Mitch had beat him there. His friend rose early every morning before sunrise to surf before he opened Java Beach for breakfast. In the afternoon, Mitch still took sightseeing and fishing charters on his boat a few times a week. The kid had designed quite a nice life for himself. Bennett was proud of him for that.
Bennett was warming up, stretching his torso from side to side. “How are you doing with Darla?”
Mitch shrugged. “She hasn’t been back to Java Beach since the blow-up with Shelly and Ivy. But she’ll get over it. She always does.”
“You should reach out to her,” Bennett said. “She’s probably embarrassed, especially about Charlie taking bets. I talked to him, and he said that Darla suggested that, though I don’t know if
