There was no serious incident that day, and Finn and Trent packed up their equipment, and walked back up the beach. The summer holidays were looming, and they knew their peace and quiet would suddenly vanish. The weeks leading up to it were the calm before the storm, but the storm was most definitely stirring.
“Hey, look who it is…” Trent muttered.
Finn glanced in the direction Trent indicated, then his eyes widened at the sight of Brody. He wasn’t shirtless, but had a baggy blue hoody hiding his torso. The hood was up, and he faced away from the beach. Finn angled his head to see around the cars and noticed he wasn’t wearing his board shorts, but smart black trousers. He stood on the path in front of Finn’s truck, with the board tucked under his armpit.
Brody flashed them a look, then
