And "Winter Child" wasn't in a good mood.
With a California tan, the spoiled and selfish surfer depended on Leigh to send him money and keep him out of scrapes. On a side trip, prior to collecting Ed and Bliss, Jarek had made it a point to discuss family responsibility issues with Ryan. Ryan had agreed, under pressure, to come to Amoteh, but he'd asked for time to sag goodbye to his friends. Jarek had slapped a mild threat and an airline ticket into his hand and Ryan had looked at it as if it were dung.
But he arrived at Seattle's Sea-Tac airport as he'd promised. His grumbling from behind Jarek had continued on the drive to Washington's southern shores.
When Jarek parked, Ryan swung off the back seat, unfastened his helmet and geared up to dislike Amoteh. "There's no surf here. Not like Down Under or in Hawaii," Ryan stated flatly, his handsome well tanned face in a frown.
