CHAPTER 24
ZACH
This was the side of his life that Zach hated. The loss of control. He loved surfing for its freedom, but there was nothing free about being allocated a one-hour time slot with whatever waves happened to be there and then performing like a contractually obliged circus animal when all you wanted to do was puke up your guts. On Sunday, he came eighth out of eight after a vicious stomach cramp f****d up his balance and sent him headfirst into the surf.
And worse, he’d sent clouds of noxious fart in Ari’s direction, and although she’d reacted with sympathy rather than horror, he’d still wanted to jump out the bathroom window rather than face her. At least Kai had been blessed with a better day. Top step of the podium again.
A knock came at his bedroom door.
“Do you want an
