Cody shifted the grocery bag from one arm to the other as he read the large placard in the surf shop window. He glanced up as Nick approached, thumbing through their mail.
“Hey, Nick, did you see this?”
Nick quirked a brow as he spared a glance first at Cody, then the window. “Yeah.” Short, to the point, and right back to the mail.
Cody waited a few seconds, hoping for a more enthusiastic response, and ended up just staring at his partner when nothing more was forthcoming. “Well? What do you think?”
Nick’s forehead creased as he studied the envelopes, completely absorbed. “’Bout what?”
Cody huffed in resigned frustration. “About the tournament.”
Nick finally looked at him, clearly confused. “What? Oh. Yeah, we should go. When is it?” Back to the mail.
Cody sighed again at his partner’s distraction. “What are you looking for?”
Nick managed a wry shake of his head. “I was hoping that Marlon Carter actually put the check in the mail like he said he did. I ordered some
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