Chapter 10
Finn sighed, leaned over, and ran his fingers over the deep ridge. It wasn’t surfable in its current condition, and Brody had made it clear he couldn’t afford a repair. Finn had wanted to ask his permission to get it fixed, but Brody hadn’t shown up at the beach for three days.
When he told Trent of his plans, he huffed and waved his hand.
“You serious?”
Finn nodded. “Yeah, so do you know anyone?”
Trent scrunched his hands into the dreadlocks on his head and growled to the sky. “Finn!”
“What? I just want a name.”
Trent groaned, then tugged his phone from his shorts. He muttered as he scrolled through his contacts, then held the device up for Finn to read.
“Simon…”
“Yeah, he calls himself the Surfboard King, you want it, or what?”
Finn saved the number on his phone, the
