Trent checked his watch, then nodded. “Let’s get the party started.”
* * * *
It was rare Finn felt old in his job as a lifeguard. The beach was populated by families making sand castles, teenagers paddling in the surf and elderly people sat on deck chairs. There was a range of ages, and he snuggled nicely in the middle, not overly thinking about his twenty-seven years spent on the planet.
Out clubbing was a different story. Most of the people chatting and laughing were younger, and he was at the limit of the age range. Late twenty’s, but he immediately felt like his age doubled when he saw all the fresh faced men and women. They drank colorful drinks through straws and were dressed to flash flesh. The women walked on points, and the men were tanned and smooth.
“Still think you’re too showy?” Trent asked.
“No, but I’m starting to think my party life is over.”
Trent tipped his head back and barked a laugh. “Get over yourself.”