CHAPTER 21: Terry
––––––––
By the time they got back to the resort, Terry wanted to scream. His skin burned, his body hurt, and the kids were pouting. The day had been a disaster. He parked the car and got out, grabbing the cooler and their bag of towels from the trunk. “Leave the toys.”
“Are you sure?” Maggie was acting nervous around him and it was pissing him off. “I can return the sand toys.”
“Why bother? We’ll be back at the beach before the week is over.”
“We will?” asked Izzy.
“Yeah.” They were at a f*****g beach resort. Of course, they’d go to the beach again, but he wasn’t ever packing another f*****g picnic lunch for kids.
“But...”
“But what?” He was in no mood to hear about how shitty of a day they’d all had and how she hated the beach.
“Nothing.” Izzy shrugged. “Can w
