Chapter Sixteen – High Noon
They spent the morning shopping in Darwin’s quaint shops, Jane purchasing three new outfits. Much to Ethan’s chagrin, he didn’t find a bloody hat to replace the one those bogans stole in Tennant Creek. If he wanted to avoid frying beneath the Northern Territory sun, he needed one soon. Following a lunch of bangers and mash at an Irish pub called Shenanigans, they sat in Jane’s Falcon, idling at a stoplight.
“So,” Jane, twisted a strand of sun bleached hair. “what happens now?”
“Oh, I dunno,” Ethan drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, fighting back a wince, “I reckon we could head back to the hotel, change into our swimmies, and go for a quick dip. Maybe explore the historic district.”
“W-well yes, but,” Jane frowned, “I mean, what are we going to do lo
