Chapter 4
“s**t, we’re losing the sun!” Cujo glared at the sky.
Garrison hastily parked the truck at an angle. “Hey, sunset surfing is fine. So quit your bitching.”
Cujo clambered out of the front seat. “I can’t help it. I thought that photo shoot was one hour, two at the most. We were there more than six frigging hours, man.”
Caleb hurried to the flatbed, opened the tailgate, and grabbed his board. “Well, at least you weren’t slathered with lard and coconut oil.”
“We should’ve ditched your ass.” Cujo grabbed his shortboard as Garrison grabbed his. “Your shoot took up most of the time. Hell, where’s the surf wax?”
“I’ll get it,” Caleb reached under the pile of towels and baseball caps in the backseat. He grabbed the s*x Wax and handed it to Cujo, who opened it and started rubbing it
