Chapter 42
They both noticed the dusty white Commodore parked by the shed at the same time. Lucas stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes darting around as if searching for a place to hide. The gruelling hike back had left them both streaked with sweat and dirt, despite the frequent dips in the river along the way. As much as she had enjoyed the last hour or so watching her Guardian moving through the trees like a panther, she had to accept that they really weren’t looking very presentable. Was she ever going to look respectable in front of his parents? Her track record thus far had not been great.
‘I guess Harry must have talked the surveyors into leaving,’ he said. ‘He beat us back. He would have had to explain to Mum where we were.’
‘And what story did you use?’ she asked. ‘To explain w
