Chapter 41: A Stormy Detour
Chapter 39
We all stood frozen by the door, watching the rain slam against the windows like an angry tide. Rachel let out an exasperated sigh and threw her hands up.
"I swear, this island has a personal vendetta against fun," she muttered.
Charlie stepped back from the door, shaking his head. "We were this close to a perfect beach day."
Monica mumbled something under her breath as she headed toward the mini-fridge. "If we're stuck inside, we might as well hydrate and snack like it's summer."
Rachel collapsed onto the edge of the bed. "I packed six bikinis for this trip. Six! And so far, the only thing I've tanned is my patience."
"You could show me," Charlie said with a smirk.
"Hey, I'm still here," I chimed in, raising an eyebrow.
Chandler raised his hand. "I brought three bottles of sunscreen and now I'm considering using them as coffee creamers—just to feel something."
We all stood in silence for a moment, listening to the rain pound on the roof.
Charlie sighed and clapped his hands once. "Well, looks like we're doing some learning today."
Rachel groaned. "You know I didn't come here for paleontology."