beach.
âSunblock!â Troyâs mom tossed him a tube.
Troy lathered up and looked around for someone or someones who put out the chairs, kept the pool sparkling clean, and trimmed the dark green shrubs. A brown-skinned man with a dark cap of hair disappeared around one corner of the house.
When they got to the beach, Troy was amazed to see two black-and-red WaveRunners on a kind of trailer with overblown white tires.
âTotally cool.â Troyâs excitement at the sight of the machines overcame the funk of jealousy. âCan we use them?â
âThane says thatâs what theyâre for.â Ty handed him a soda, uncapping his and taking a slug before setting it down on one of the chairs. âCome on, help me.â
Ty passed out life vests slung from the handles of the machines. Troy tossed his football under a chair, put his on, then grabbed half of the long T handle of the trailer as Ty raised it out of the sand. Together they wheeled the WaveRunners toward the surf.
Troy couldnât believe how easy it was. The machines were huge, but the design of the cart or trailer, or whatever it was, was so perfect that it took less than two minutes to have the WaveRunners bobbing in the light surf.
âHop on.â Ty pushed the cart back up into the sand, then climbed onto one machine, grabbing the handles before he stepped up and slung his other leg over as if he was mounting a horse.
Troy got on his own machine and did as Ty instructed him, clipping a curly plastic cord to his vest so the key would yank out and stop the motor if he fell off. With the push of a button, the machine revved to life. One squeeze of his thumb and he was surging ahead, through the light waves, then up and flying, flying , behind Ty.
Troyâs thumb was sore by the end of the day and his hair was salty and windblown straight back. The football saw no action until Troy scooped it up and tossed it into the air on their way up to the house for dinner. The man Troy had seen before along with a woman who seemed to be his wife served them grilled chicken with rice and curried vegetables out on a linen-covered table on the deck. The sky showed off a rainbow of colors as it wound its way into night.
Troy was full and tired as they rode back toward Summit. Ty alternated between âAngry Birdsâ on his iPad and texting. Troy smiled because he bet he knew who Ty kept textingâTateâbut Troy kept quiet. He was happy just to bump along and relive the afternoon out on the water. With Ty on the same practice and game schedule, theyâd be getting away to the beach house pretty regularly, and Troy couldnât wait. He wondered if Tate would ride with him or Ty on the WaveRunners. That made him grin. Heâd almost forgotten about football when Thane guided the Escalade off the highway at the Summit exit and Seth started talking about his spread offense.
Troy listened as the two of them went back and forth, discussing how certain patterns defeated certain defensive coverages. Troy felt the excitement building up inside him because he just knew where Seth was headed with all this football talk. When Thane turned onto Cedar Street, Seth cleared his throat.
âSo, Thane,â Seth said, ânow that Iâm locked in as the coach at Summit, I plan on getting the team going right away. That way the kids will know those patterns like their own cell phone numbers.â
âNice,â Thane said.
The energy in the truck suddenly amped up. Ty must have sensed it, because he stopped playing to listen. Troy sat up straight, and so did his mom.
âFor sure,â Seth said. âSo . . . do you think youâll be getting Ty enrolled?â
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THANE PULLED INTO THE driveway, put the truck in park, and took a deep breath before he turned to Seth. âLook, Iâm really happy for you guys, and I know itâs going to turn out great, but Ty and I have been
âSunblock!â Troyâs mom tossed him a tube.
Troy lathered up and looked around for someone or someones who put out the chairs, kept the pool sparkling clean, and trimmed the dark green shrubs. A brown-skinned man with a dark cap of hair disappeared around one corner of the house.
When they got to the beach, Troy was amazed to see two black-and-red WaveRunners on a kind of trailer with overblown white tires.
âTotally cool.â Troyâs excitement at the sight of the machines overcame the funk of jealousy. âCan we use them?â
âThane says thatâs what theyâre for.â Ty handed him a soda, uncapping his and taking a slug before setting it down on one of the chairs. âCome on, help me.â
Ty passed out life vests slung from the handles of the machines. Troy tossed his football under a chair, put his on, then grabbed half of the long T handle of the trailer as Ty raised it out of the sand. Together they wheeled the WaveRunners toward the surf.
Troy couldnât believe how easy it was. The machines were huge, but the design of the cart or trailer, or whatever it was, was so perfect that it took less than two minutes to have the WaveRunners bobbing in the light surf.
âHop on.â Ty pushed the cart back up into the sand, then climbed onto one machine, grabbing the handles before he stepped up and slung his other leg over as if he was mounting a horse.
Troy got on his own machine and did as Ty instructed him, clipping a curly plastic cord to his vest so the key would yank out and stop the motor if he fell off. With the push of a button, the machine revved to life. One squeeze of his thumb and he was surging ahead, through the light waves, then up and flying, flying , behind Ty.
Troyâs thumb was sore by the end of the day and his hair was salty and windblown straight back. The football saw no action until Troy scooped it up and tossed it into the air on their way up to the house for dinner. The man Troy had seen before along with a woman who seemed to be his wife served them grilled chicken with rice and curried vegetables out on a linen-covered table on the deck. The sky showed off a rainbow of colors as it wound its way into night.
Troy was full and tired as they rode back toward Summit. Ty alternated between âAngry Birdsâ on his iPad and texting. Troy smiled because he bet he knew who Ty kept textingâTateâbut Troy kept quiet. He was happy just to bump along and relive the afternoon out on the water. With Ty on the same practice and game schedule, theyâd be getting away to the beach house pretty regularly, and Troy couldnât wait. He wondered if Tate would ride with him or Ty on the WaveRunners. That made him grin. Heâd almost forgotten about football when Thane guided the Escalade off the highway at the Summit exit and Seth started talking about his spread offense.
Troy listened as the two of them went back and forth, discussing how certain patterns defeated certain defensive coverages. Troy felt the excitement building up inside him because he just knew where Seth was headed with all this football talk. When Thane turned onto Cedar Street, Seth cleared his throat.
âSo, Thane,â Seth said, ânow that Iâm locked in as the coach at Summit, I plan on getting the team going right away. That way the kids will know those patterns like their own cell phone numbers.â
âNice,â Thane said.
The energy in the truck suddenly amped up. Ty must have sensed it, because he stopped playing to listen. Troy sat up straight, and so did his mom.
âFor sure,â Seth said. âSo . . . do you think youâll be getting Ty enrolled?â
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
THANE PULLED INTO THE driveway, put the truck in park, and took a deep breath before he turned to Seth. âLook, Iâm really happy for you guys, and I know itâs going to turn out great, but Ty and I have been
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