Owen watched Zach draw the packing tape over the top of the last box and stand back. “That’s it.” He looked around his bedroom where they’d been working for a few hours. Owen did too, a hint of pride mixing with his nerves.
“You can come stay anytime,” Owen said. “Let’s get these out to the truck.”
Zach had arranged with Fisher to borrow one of the maintenance trucks from the hotel so he could move his stuff. He’d been assigned to live in a dorm with a couple of other guys from his high school, and one of their fathers had a boat. So if Zach could get his boxes to the boat, the three of them had gone in together to have a truck waiting on Oahu to get their belongings into their dorms.
Owen picked up a box and carried it around the corner. “Coop, we’re loading up.”
Cooper slid off the b
