Chapter 28
Caleb side-eyed his brother and Cujo. “You both need to shut the fuck up. I was told to do it; I did what I was told. End of story. You’re not the one that felt like a side dish being served up.”
All three paddled out. The warm water next to the shoreline gave way to cooler water as they headed out several feet. Caleb reached a quiet point, before a break, then turned his back on the line of waves behind him. He sat up on the board, his legs churning slowly in place in the water and waited for Garrison to do the same. As Garrison’s younger brother, Caleb learned to wait for Garrison to start first. Even Cujo admitted that Garrison was the better surfer among the three so Garrison always got priority on waves.
“You think Joan will get a calendar made of Caleb’s best swimsuit shots? I mean there were like a hundred pictures taken of him,” said Cujo, smirking.
Caleb flipped him the bird. “Jealous? Maybe I’ll sign one for you so you can jerk off to it?”