Chapter 30

When he told Trent of his plans, he huffed and waved his hand.

“You serious?”

Finn nodded. “Yeah, so do you know anyone?”

Trent scrunched his hands into the dreadlocks on his head and growled to the sky. “Finn!”

“What? I just want a name.”

Trent groaned, then tugged his phone from his shorts. He muttered as he scrolled through his contacts, then held the device up for Finn to read.

“Simon…”

“Yeah, he calls himself the Surfboard King, you want it, or what?”

Finn saved the number on his phone, then nodded. “Thanks.”

“You’re like a dog with a bone, actually, scrap that. You’re a dog who never quite got the bone but watched it and drooled after it anyway.”

Finn gestured at the board in his truck. “Look at it, he can’t use it, it’ll slice up his hands and feet.”

Trent shrugged. “Yeah? Why is it your problem? It’s his board, let him sort it out.”

“He’s not going to, he’s going to try to surf with it damaged.”

“He hasn’t even gone back in the sea since the accident.”