The guys piled into the house single file. They looked a little worse for wear but they were alive. That’s what was important. They were all covered from head to toe in sand. Luke could see now the gash on Greg’s arm with his own eyes instead of the camera. It was a small flesh wound like Jack had said.
“You guys alright?” Luke asked, although he could see with his own two eyes they were.
“Never better,” Jack grinned after downing his glass of water. He set his glass in the dishwasher and returned to the living room.
“I could be,” Greg replied dryly, holding out his arm. Luke would have rolled his eyes if the situation hadn’t seemed so dire. The man was a Marine and he was complaining about a scratch.
Shay was already prepared and had the first-aid kit ready. She ushered Greg to the
