Chapter 76
Tee leaned back on the virtual surfboard and it slid down the face of the biggest wave she’d ever seen. Okay, ever seen on any beach other than the one in front of Michelle’s house. The wave inside Chraze was meant for extreme surfing, not for scaring the s**t out of you.
Jeremy’s board slid along right beside her, the wind blew his hair back from his face and revealed a smile and shining eyes that were meant just for her. His hip label just read Pascal.
She didn’t want to admit to having no clue who that was. She set Morgan on autopilot for a couple milliseconds and went for a quick dip below the interface. Plugged in a data search. Blaise Pascal. 1600s. Mathematician. Philosopher. Ended his life as a religious freakazoid going from church to church in Paris, sermon-hopping
