Chapter 23
Sunday was their last full day at Clinch House Inn. They wore their swimsuits and the Florida version of aloha shirts they’d found the day before, and rode jet skis and went parasailing.
That last had Jack with his heart in his throat. He’d been on ladders, on scaffolding, and on the crossbeams of the roofs of houses, but he’d never had a fear of heights before. He promised God all kinds of good behavior if he just got back on the ground in one piece.
“Want to go up again, buddy?”
His heartbeat was just returning to normal. “Uh…another time?” Like in another lifetime? Jack was pretty sure Tom had no idea that was what he meant.
“Okay.”
“What do you feel like doing now?”
“The Inn has some decent weights. Would you mind if I worked out for a bit?” He patted his stomach. “G
