FORTY
Jean scanned the far shore, searching for the penguins he knew he'd spotted last time. Even with his binoculars, he couldn't be sure if they were king penguins or not, and the chicks blended into the rock so well he'd need to be a lot closer to spot them.
He considered asking for Audra's help – two pairs of eyes were better than one – but she'd barely spoken to him since that misguided kiss. She'd been playing with him, for her own reasons, Jean decided. She didn't care about him or his research, and she wouldn't help him now. So he set off alone in the boat, trying not to think about how cold the sea was beneath him. If he did, he'd head right back to shore. What kind of man was afraid of a bit of cold water?
Audra would laugh at him if she knew.
Jean glanced back at the camp,
