Chapter 20

He straightened, leaned back. Andy was extra weight on the board’s nose, dragging them at a sharper angle than Scooter was used to, but then it was all instinct, keeping the board upright and moving. Scooter flexed his knees and pushed them harder toward the crest and then zipped along the smooth curl. He kept his mouth shut—it was always tempting to let loose with a war cry, but that was a great way to choke on a mouthful of ocean and seaweed.

It was a lesson that Andy was going to learn fairly shortly if he didn’t stop laughing like a loon, but Scooter couldn’t quite tell him to stop, it was such a warm and happy sound.