After one last, longing look back at the excellent surf rolling in off the California coast, Mark tucked his board beneath his arm and started to jog the half mile to his sister’s place. Sure, he was still dripping wet and covered in salt and sand, Leila would most likely give him hell for it too, but hey. After serving his country faithfully as a SEAL officer for eight years and now as a busy small business owner himself, she’d have to take what she got. The afternoon sun beat down on his shaved head and made the slight shadow of dark stubble on his scalp itch. Yeah, a shower would’ve been good, but duty called.
Wearing a pair of neon blue men’s surf shorts and nothing else, he ran down the beach. Mark couldn’t help admiring the stunning beauty of the landscape. Sheer dark cliffs lined the sunbaked sand and jagged rocks jutted from the ocean waters. A colony of sea lions basked on a shoal, honking, grunting and generally causing a ruckus. The air smelled of salt, decaying seaweed and fish and if he closed his eyes, he could almost imagine himself in Samoa instead of California. Not that he’d ever visited his mother’s homeland, but it was certainly on his bucket list someday.
Mark rounded another cliff, and then slowed his pace as two familiar figures approached from the other direction. What the hell? This was supposed to be his day off from the office.
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