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Scar

"It's okay," Rita says, apparently oblivious to what's going on. "I kind of want to see if I can catch a wave."

"Stay here," I say, gesturing her away. "You ready, big guy?"

"After you."

I march past him down to the waves. Rita stays behind, and when I glance back, she's scowling death at me. I deserve that.

"Don't mind my brother," Nolan says, shoving a boogie board into my arms. "He's just a prick."

"I noticed," I say as Carson approaches.

"Let's see who can get the biggest one, shall we?" he asks, splashing some water into his hair. "Winner gets to ride Rita. Sorry, I meant, ride with Rita. Don't worry, Scar, I know she's spoken for."

"And don't forget it," I say before paddling out to the waves.

The water's fucking freezing. My balls turn to ice the moment I'm out toward the break. Carson joins me, sitting up with a smirk.

"Your wife's very pretty," he calls out. "How'd you bag that one?"

"Luck and charm," I say. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were getting a litt