“Or it could be a warning from some people that we look crazy out here trying to surf.” I laughed as we paddled back closer to shore to see who it was.
I could see BJ was there walking towards us on the sand waving, with his surfing mates Flynn and Simmon.
“Hey girls! What’s up?” Flynn called out, setting his board in the sand.
“Hey y’all,” Britten called back.
I then spotted Rye walking towards us also, his face set hard with concern as we joined them onshore.
“Are y’all trying to hurt yourselves? What were you girls doing out there?” Rye quickly glanced at Sandy, pounded his board into the sand and then moved his stare, his eyes glaring wide at me.
“Why should you presume I was the ringleader in this adventure?” I grinned, replying to the question I read in his glare, attempting no
