Chapter Eighteen
It was dark. The soft sounds of insects stirred the night air. The camp had settled gradually, the few voices that had been speaking softly earlier were now quiet, the crew tired after a full day’s work, resting for the next day. Dan and Victoria had snuck back into camp half an hour earlier, stepping through the tents like truant schoolchildren, not wanting to alert the crew. He’d kissed her goodnight in a way that’d made her want to visit his tent straight away, but hesitant to be found out, they’d gone to their separate beds.
There would be enough questions to fend off tomorrow about their afternoon-long absence, something she was going to let Dan handle.
She should have been exhausted, given the events of the day, but Victoria was wide awake with worry over what she
