With a successful safari behind them, they returned to Tamboti camp in triumph. Jack pulled his pack from the truck and slung it over his shoulder. His gaze was directed to the excited greeting from Bandile to his father. Willem stood beside the boy, his eyes watching Jack’s every move.
Jack waved. “Hey, Bandile, we had a lot of fun. Thank you for lending us your father.” He turned and strode off towards his hut. He resisted the urge to look back to see Willem, but he was satisfied for now that the guy was still here. He’d grab a shower, change, and maybe toy with his prey before moving in for the kill. Jack rolled his eyes at his flair for the dramatic.
He’d never been comfortable with the communal showers, using one of the stalls or waiting until one came available. He was enjoying the
