THIRTY-EIGHT
When Jean woke the next morning, Audra still wasn't there. A kettle steamed on the stove, though, and several casks of water were missing. Had she left without him?
Bitch.
He stumbled out of the hut and breathed a sigh of relief when he spotted the Zodiac still on the beach. She'd loaded it with boxes of supplies and the water casks, and was now wrestling a gas bottle over the side. A fuel drum sat on the beach, waiting its turn.
"We leave in twenty minutes, so hurry up," she shouted.
Jean didn't need telling twice. He hurried back inside to pack his things, wrinkling his nose at the whisky fumes inside. No wonder he had a headache, breathing that in all night. After she'd changed her mind about wanting to kiss him, she'd kicked over the bottle in her haste to get outsid
