“You can’t be serious.” I gestured at my outfit, my hair, the mess I’d made trying to eat the coconut. “Look at me! I’m already exhausted. I almost passed out in the sun—”
He raised one eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “You had coconut water. You’re fine.”
I groaned loudly. “Zed, I need to rest. Like, mentally, emotionally, spiritually. This has been… traumatic.”
He didn’t even blink. “You can rest after you’re done.”
My jaw dropped. “I am done! I drank the coconut, ate the weird chewy stuff inside—”
“That wasn’t your work,” he interrupted. “That was so you wouldn’t faint while doing your work.”
I gawked at him. “What do you mean there’s more?!”
“There’s always more.”
He started walking toward the shore, and I just sat there for a second, trying to process the fact that this man expec
