Chapter 13
“You surf?”
“Nope.” He noticed the campground seemed filled with motor homes and pickups with campers on the back. “Did you guys have a camper?”
“Nah, they take limited tents. Or they did then. Don’t know about now. They had certain spots they allowed tents to set up. That’s what we did.”
Mason wrinkled his nose, but chose not to comment.
John grinned. “I take it you don’t like tent camping.”
“I’ve never done it,” he admitted. “But I’ve never wanted to do it either. Bugs and dirt and stuff. No, thanks.”
The other man laughed and reached into the trunk to grab the stuff he’d brought with them. “Okay, princess. Let’s hit the beach.”
Mason had gone back to his rented house to put on beach clothes. Shorts over swim trunks, T-shirt, and an open button-down shirt over that. On his feet he’d donned flip-flops. John had dressed similarly.