Chapter 2“Come on, Charlie. Don’t be such a wuss.” Mikael pointed toward the water with an evil grin. “We rented the f*****g thing, now get up.”
Charles stared at the paddleboard or whatever they were called. His body hurt from the paintball session they’d been to.
Being in teams meant three against one, and had Charles been left alone, he’d have had a good cry over the bruises. They hurt like hell, still did.
How could anyone think it was fun to be shot at?
After the paintball, they’d taken him to a sushi buffet, but since he’s allergic to shellfish, he hadn’t dared to eat anything. They had to know he couldn’t eat shellfish; they’d been friends for decades.
He was tired, starving, in pain, and now they’d dragged him down to the beach. In October. It had stopped raining for the momen
