The white sand from the open beach in front of us crunches under my feet with each step, my flip-flops sending the tiny shell particles flying behind me. Trey walks a few steps in front with my big white SeaBag tote slung over his shoulder, and a pink beach towel flops against the blue and green stripes on the bag with each of his steps.
We continue for a few more paces before Trey stops and turns back to me. "I'm pretty sure our guy will meet us along the beach over there." He points to his right at some unknown landmark in the distance. We hit the edge of the water and begin to head in the direction he pointed, my steps easier now on the dense wet sand.
"A pretty ride for a pretty lady?" A heavily accented voice comes from behind causing Trey and me to turn together.
Behind us a short
