Chapter 11

Trent shook his head. “Jesus, he’s walking like his ankle’s broken, it’s nothing but a paper cut.”

Finn shrugged. “A crab cut, and sometimes the little ones hurt more than the big cuts.”

“Tell that to the real shark attack victim who loses his leg.”

“Point taken.”

Trent tilted his head back and groaned at the sky. “I think the whole week’s overcast, so expect more fickle cuts, and blisters.”

“It’s better than people struggling in the water.”

“Yeah, but I don’t get to look all hot running down the beach to save someone. Unless a prehistoric crab crawls out of the sand and threatens the beach-goers.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “We all know what you’d do if that happened.”

“Yeah, I’d do some kung Fu moves and take it out.”

“No, you’d run away screaming, the girlish scream you do when a bee or a wasp flies too close.”

Trent barked a laugh. “Don’t mock me and my fear of flying insects.”

“Not mocking, it’s just amusing on packed days when there’s lots of ice creams. You’re on edge.”