CHAPTER 38
ARI
I watched with my heart in my throat as Zach dropped into a wave and sprang to his feet. Months ago, Erin, the girl I’d met on that first day in Santa Cruz, had told me that Zach had magic. Flair. A connection to the ocean. Back then, I hadn’t had a clue what she was talking about, but now I understood. Zach was hypnotic on a surfboard.
Today, he was taming the waves in Teahupo’o, French Polynesia. I’d never been to Tahiti before, and…I couldn’t see myself ever visiting.
Right now, I was slouched down in the back seat of my rental car, hidden behind darkly tinted windows as I studied a video on YouTube. Zach had arrived in Tahiti several days early, and he’d been using the time to practise before the WST contest began tomorrow. I hadn’t been able to resist torturing myse
