Chapter 420

• Tedmond gripped the edge of the surfboard, his expression calm, but his mind was already at work. He wasn’t just going to surf against them—he was going to play with them. Break down their arrogance piece by piece until they had no choice but to choke on their own mockery.
• And maybe, just maybe, he could enjoy himself a little too. It had been a long time since he’d last surfed. He wondered if his old skills would return or if he’d stumble. He honestly didn’t know.
• His movements were slow, deliberate. He hooked his sunglasses onto the waistband of his shorts, then peeled off his shirt in one smooth motion. His torso was broad and cut with lean muscle, the kind that spoke of strength without ever needing to flaunt it. He tossed the shirt onto the sand, leaving only his shorts clinging to his hips.