WHERE THE HELL was Finn? Indy was getting tired of waiting. He said he’d be half an hour, at the most, it was now over an hour, and her impatience was building, turning into a licking flame of anger and doubt. What could be keeping him so long? He’d mentioned that he wasn’t going to talk to his boss tonight, but maybe he’d changed his mind. Or perhaps he changed his mind about coming to her tent? No, he wouldn’t do that. Finn was a decent man; he wouldn’t hang her out to dry like that. Certainly not after that look he’d sent her just before he left the campfire, like he wanted to devour her whole. Perhaps he’d got caught up chatting to David and Carrot. But by the sound of it, everyone had gone to bed.
Dammit. She got out of bed and wandered over to lift the flap of her tent, peering outs
