Intertidal Update—Ch. 23: It Gets Better Pt.II (Kent)
"Mm, hello love," I purred in greeting to my darling when she came up from behind. Slipped her arms around me and her hands down the front pockets of my pants. "Hungry?"
"Like a bear fresh out of hibernation." Pecking at my cheek, she took her plate with a chipper "Thank you baby" then waltzed herself over to the table where I joined her. "So," Winnie began with her mouth half-full of food as she scrolled through the surf report. "It's looking like shit weather right before the competition."
Glancing up at her quick, I diverted my attention back to my food. "Oh yeah?" Winnie nodded. Slid her phone over to me. It wasn't looking good. "Well fuck."
"Well fuck is right."
Looking at the predicted wave height and swell pattern, slowly stopped eating. "This is the most recent update?"
"It's from this morning."
"Fuck..." I scrolled more. Switched websites to see if there was any difference between them. There wasn't. "Looks like the Antarctic sea's kickin' shit up into the area. Does Ty know? And Xav and AJ?"
"AJ isn't riding because Scoob had a breakdown a few days ago about how she didn't want to raise their baby on her own. And Xav is on his honeymoon. Won't be back until the Games."
"And Ty?" Looking at her for a moment, I waited then pushed again. "Winnie, he's gotta know."
"He's probably already checked--"
"Winnie..."
She was silent. Stared at me in guilted anguish from across the table.
"Have you called 'im?"
Stillness. Silence. And then, "I'm scared."
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