Chapter 8
Scooter banged on Andy’s door; the dog woofed from inside, startled. Usually Scooter didn’t bother to wake Andy; Trick got Andy out of bed well before his shift started. And unlike Jeff, Andy had some work ethic that made him get out of bed without constant reminders. But today…
Scooter leaned his board against the rail and fidgeted.
The door cracked open a few seconds later, the chain still latched. Just big city caution, or something learned from hard experience? Andy huffed when he saw Scooter and sagged a little. “What is it? Everything okay?”
Scooter grinned, wide. “We’ve got storm surge and high tide,” he crowed. “Come on, come on. You got swim trunks, right?”
Andy blinked at him, that slow, wide-eyed blink that meant he was having to process something a little more th
