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Eli stood outside his trailer and waited as the black SUV slowed to a stop at the edge of the pavement. Another few inches and the wheels would have sunk into sand.
His friend, and the director of Amaretto, stepped out of the rental and stretched his arms high above his head. Christopher was so tall, Eli figured he’d had to scrunch up for the entire drive from the airport. The director had a specially made car to avoid situations like that but had wanted to protect it from the salt in the ocean air. Christopher gave Eli a large smile.
“Quite the setup you have here. Your ocean wave simulator back home not good enough for you?”
Eli’s gaze swept over the waves that lapped at the sand only a hundred yards in front of his trailer. He couldn’t have asked for a better view. “Why use a simu
