Chapter 18
Sam waited at the yards for Drew. It was hot, too hot. The glare of the sun made her squint. She fanned herself with Charlie’s hat. Its broad-brimmed protection hadn’t been enough, and a deep flush of heat warned that her nose and cheeks would be painfully red and sunburned by morning. Why hadn’t she bothered with sunscreen? Back home, she wouldn’t even walk down the street without following her mother’s carefully prescribed skincare regime. Yet out here in the bush? In the sun, with the flies and the dust and the heat? Out here it didn’t seem important.
At least the heat helped take her mind off Drew. She had no idea what had happened between them. Last night they’d been – well, she’d been – she didn’t really know, but she’d been ready to do just about anything for him. And n
