She's A Keeper (Prickle Island Zoo Book 1) by Ali K. Mulford

Author:Ali K. Mulford [Mulford, Ali K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rogue Fables Pty Ltd
Published: 2024-02-28T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty

Logan

Two people were not meant to sleep in one hammock . . . even if it was a double, whatever that meant. There was no way to be a gentleman and put a pillow between us. We didn’t even have pillows. And after Lark had poured her heart out to me about her dad and her squashed dreams, I just wanted to keep holding her all night long anyway.

We ate our lean dinner quickly: tinned chicken and trail mix . . . delicious. I was too tired to care. Behind the rainwater tank, I changed into my fresh pair of quick-dry pants and long-sleeve merino shirt. There was a bucket and soap for a rudimentary PSC wash—pits, sack, and crack—but after a whole day of tramping, it didn’t really do the job. Mari promised us we could bathe in the pond in the morning, and I looked forward to not smelling like I’d just been rolling in a pigsty. No amount of deodorant I swiped under my arms would make me smell like deep river or steel bonfire or whatever the fuck name they gave to men’s deodorant that smelled nothing like that. Why couldn’t they make a deodorant that just smelled clean without trying to make it gunmetal blue like men were all magpies? Probably because we were. I’d grabbed this one off the shelf with one look and didn’t even read the label.

Okay, my brain was officially delirious.

With my head torch on, I scanned the dusty red ground around me as I headed toward the “poop tree.” A bunch of little reflective eyes looked back at me, and I decided it would be sadistic to look any closer at them. I didn’t want to know.

I was just tall enough to be able to climb over the barbed-wire fence if I stood on a rock beside one of the stakes. Still, I cupped my junk as I swung a leg over. The last thing I needed was to be dangling by my nuts off a barbed-wire fence . . . I hoped Lark wasn’t watching my less-than-elegant dismount over the other side.

The pieces of the Lark puzzle were finally starting to fit together. It made a lot of sense now why she cared so much about schedules and routines and duty to her family. I understood that feeling more than she knew. It was why I went on this trip, why Kelly and I broke up. My dad wouldn’t say it out loud, but I knew he wasn’t doing too good, and I knew there’d be a time when I was needed closer to home. Kelly didn’t want to move out to the wop-wops. Hell, she didn’t even want me moving back to the middle of nowhere. It only took that one more crack in our relationship before it finally imploded.

Lark and I were cut from the same cloth in that way—both of us feeling responsible for our families. I’d told her it was okay to put her

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