Uncharted by Hunt Angela

Author:Hunt, Angela [Hunt, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: ebook, book
Publisher: Thomas Nelson
Published: 2006-07-04T06:00:00+00:00

A thirst of all the devils.

The phrase popped unbidden into Karyn’s head, bringing with it the memory of a hot summer morning on a Caribbean beach. The beach was easy enough to place, because she, Kevin, and Sarah had vacationed in the Bahamas only once, but where had she first heard that phrase?

She pondered the question for a moment, then shrugged. She’d probably read the words in one of the three or four books she’d read on that vacation trip. Sarah had been four that year, and far more interested in exploring the hotel game room with her father than sitting on the sand—soft sand—with Mom. Karyn spent most of her time reading because Kevin had been focused on the company’s acquisition of a smaller candy company. He had put work aside long enough to play with Sarah, but he’d shifted back into preoccupation when he was with Karyn, an attitude that suited her well in those days.

A thirst of all the devils.

She glanced at Kevin, who seemed intent on tunneling to middle earth. The plan, he had explained earlier, was to dig a hole deep enough to strike water. They’d then build a fire to heat rocks. When the rocks were hot, they’d roll the rocks into the trough and hold a porous cloth over the hole to absorb steam. The water they would wring out of the cloth would be salt-free and safe to drink.

An awful lot of work for precious little liquid, Karyn wanted to say but didn’t. Instead, she squinted up at him. “How’d you learn how to do this?”

He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “I saw it on the Discovery Channel, okay?”

As he continued to dig, she wrapped her arms around her bent knees and stared toward the center of the island. Surely Mark would have more luck finding water in the jungle. From here she could see the tops of what looked like banana trees and bamboo, and she was sure those plants held water. Hollywood action heroes were always hacking at bamboo and drinking from the cut stalks like they were natural water fountains.

Until Mark returned, she’d try not to think about the tightness in her throat and the leathery feel of her lips. She’d be more comfortable in a sauna.

She ran her hand over her arms, which were crusty with dried sea salt. Her skin couldn’t even muster a sweat.

A thirst of all the devils.

She shifted and focused on the sea, where the waves rolled toward her in a lazy rhythm. Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink, wasn’t that the old saying? What could it hurt if she went in and splashed off to cool her sunburned skin? And if she happened to swallow a little seawater, surely there’d be no permanent damage . . .

She stood, brushed the sand from her black slacks, and walked toward the waves, feeling slightly ridiculous in her dress shirt booties.

“K?”

She ignored Kevin’s call.

“Karyn?”

Frustrated, she whirled. “What?”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

She took another step and gestured to the water.

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