“Nice work,” Wyatt crowed. He paddled us single-handed further into a nearby cove, where it was calmer, while gripping my board.
I blinked at him with a frown. “Are you making fun of me?”
He laughed. “Of course not. You’re doing great.”
I spat more salty water back into the ocean and coughed again. My eyes watered. “Wyatt, I hate to be rude, but you’re a terrible surf instructor.”
He laughed and continued paddling. “You’re on an accelerated curriculum.”
My mouth fell open and I tried to sit up on my board. It rocked with my teetering weight and I slipped back under the water.
When I had re-emerged, I shot him a glare. “What lesson did I just learn?”
His teeth flashed with a grin. “That was your first bail. Not so bad, right?”
Unbelievable. “Are you kidding me? Yes, it was so bad. Y
