Chapter 171
He stood up and brushed dirt and grass off his jeans.
By the time he got back to Dockside, the crew had gathered. Jason and Kat and Elaine and D’ante were playing an impromptu game of beach volleyball when he got there, their voices loud against the ocean and the mostly empty beach. Scooter kicked off his shoes and ran down to join them, getting protests from D’ante for spiking the ball.
Despite that, Elaine was a talented player, having some sort of mental connection with the aging ball, and even three to two, she and D’ante clobbered them.
“Come now,” Kat said, shaking sand out of her shirt. “We are going to have ice cream.”
Because of course they were. Kat was rarely involved in planning anything that didn’t have ice cream as a major component. To his surprise, however, she didn’t lead them off toward the thirty-one flavors down the street, instead shooing them into Scooter’s truck.