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© 2014 by Bonnie S. Calhoun

Published by Revell

a division of Baker Publishing Group

P.O. Box 6287, Grand Rapids, MI 49516-6287

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—for example, electronic, photocopy, recording—without the prior written permission of the publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.

ISBN 978-1-4412-2310-4

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.



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Hilton Head Island, South Carolina

Three young men pulled off what they thought was the coup of the century—spending the night in sleeping bags under a large outcropping on Grasslawn Beach.

Dude, I told you we could get away with it. The blond surfer unzipped himself from his sleeping bag and brushed the sand from his hair. He slapped his tattooed friend a high five.

You were right, man. This saved us way mucho bucks, the tattooed guy said.

This is the bomb, the tall surfer declared as he stood and stretched himself to his full six feet. I really thought they’d catch us down here.

I told you nobody checks the beach after eleven at night, the blond said as he pulled his board from under the outcropping.

Man, this sea air really knocked me out. It’s after one already. Let’s hit the waves. Look at ’em! Tattooed Guy cupped his hands over his eyes to peer at the pounding surf.

The three made a contest of who would get their boards in the water first.

Dude, we have the beach to ourselves. How much better can it get? Tall Guy paddled out to the approaching wave on his belly. Reaching the point where he saw good waves breaking, he sat with his legs straddling the board, watching the other two paddling to him. Come on, move it! I’d at least like to catch one wave before I’m old and gray! He whipped his hair around and flexed his muscles.

This is really pretty cool. We’re all alone. No amateurs to get in our way. Nothing but sun and hangin’ ten for the whole day. Blond Guy sat up beside him, waiting for his tattooed friend. Come on, did you forget how to swim?

They didn’t notice the current pulling them away from the beach. Suddenly a wave surge nearly landed them on top of each other. Their boards clicked together.

Hey, easy, man, what’s up? Don’t scratch the merchandise. This cobalt-blue baby is my pride and joy. It needs to look good for the ladies. Tall Guy grinned and checked his board for damage.

Did you feel that? Blond Guy looked into the water.

Feel what? Tattooed Guy fisted his hands on his hips, his legs dangling in the water. Sea spray filled his hair and dripped down his bronzed torso.

The pull of the current. Look, we’ve moved pretty far from land. Tall Guy squinted. Why does the beach all of a sudden look really wide?

Aw, man, forget it! Here comes a wave. Let’s rock. Blond Guy stood up on his board, swaying back and forth, waiting for the wave to lift them up.

The water growled up out of the sea as the shoaling wave grew to a height of fifty feet. The boys barely had time to react. When they did, it was already too late. They would not reach the top of that wave, or take a first ride on a new surfboard, or have the ride of