Chapter 23
Loud barking heralded a visitor. The noise reverberated around the massive engine block of the haul-out, making Quinn’s ears ring. Not Zoe. Captain would never bark at Zoe like that. Who then?
‘Morning.’
Great— Leo. Quinn swore softly. He hauled himself from under the chassis, face dripping with sweat. The air was unseasonably humid, so humid he could have wrung it out like a towel. Quinn mopped his neck with a rag and nodded a greeting.
‘How about this weather, eh?’ Leo glanced up, where a bank of threatening clouds hung low in the west. ‘Damn wet starts earlier and earlier each year.’
Quinn frowned at the sky as thunder rumbled near. Leo was right. How on earth were they meant to bring in the cane when it never stopped raining? Fields too soggy to burn, too muddy for the
