CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“At least the rain’s holding off for a bit.” Charlotte tried to start a conversation for the third time since she and Trev took a walk into the bushland. He’d been quiet on the trip home and happy to check out where the beer cans might have come from when she suggested it.
“Hm.”
She glanced at his face. Still deep in thought.
“I bought a little raft to try out your theory of going over the falls in winter.”
“Funny. I am listening to you.” Trev put an arm around her shoulder as they walked. “Sorry to be distracted.”
“You’re worried about the Forests. So am I.”
“Do you feel there’s some underlying reason Jonas is out to get Darcy?”
They’d followed the track to the clearing and stopped near the place a young woman had once been buried. Charlotte had stumbled across the
