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"I'VE BEEN THINKING," JJ INFORMED BREE AS THEY SAT IN THE CONTAINER. He was leaning against some net thing while she sat on a crate perpendicular to him.
She smiled at that and did not miss the chance to crack a joke. "Oh, good for you."
"Shut up," he laughed out, shaking his head before staring in front of him as if he was picturing something in his mind. "When all this is over, and we're just rolling in the dough, I'm gonna get a new board. I'm gonna deck it out, and I'm gonna go on a surf trip. I don't know where, but, like, the world's calling. I don't know. Name a place."
"Argentina," the Callaway girl suggested after a moment of thinking. Her mother used to tell her stories about her childhood in Argentina. She had lived just outside Buenos Aires, and the girl had always dreamed of visiting the country.
He nodded at her with an excited grin, happy that she was going along with his antics, before continuing, "Then after Argentina, South America or South Africa."
"You'll go to South Africa?" she questioned.
"One of the South places," he answered, and the brunette girl couldn't help but giggle when she noticed the way that his face lit up when he spoke. "Then Micronesia maybe, and then... and just ride. Wherever the wave takes you, you know?"
She raised her eyebrows at him. "So that's the plan if we were to get a ton of cash? That's the dream? Surf trip?"
"Ripping jungle break all day long. Bamboo hut, cooking a fish on a fire, and after that, you go back out and just hit the waves again. That's the dream," he confirmed, making hand gestures as he spoke.
"Sounds perfect," she responded before looking at him with a questioning look. She asked, "Got room for one more?"
He quizzed, "You got your passport?"
"You don't have a passport," she told him almost immediately because there was no way that the Maybank boy owned a passport, at least not one that had been updated in a while. She had not updated her passport in a while, and she was pretty sure that it had expired. When had they ever played by the rules, though?
