Chapter Seventeen
Alun offered to carry Cherry across the sand between the fence and the tunnel entrance to the Chimera excavation site to protect her feet. After weighing up the level of indignity, she declined.
“It’s hot, but it’s bearable,” she said. “As long as I run, I should be okay.”
“You could wear my boots,” Alun said. “Or his.” He swiped Laurie around the head and relieved him of his weapon.
The younger man cringed a little, possibly feeling ashamed. Now that he was face to face with Cherry, he avoided her gaze.
Cherry looked from her bare feet to Alun’s large, worn, dusty work boots. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, thanks.” She clutched the supervisor’s jacket around her.
“What were you thinking?” Alun admonished Laurie for the fourth or fifth time. His subordinate had given up on
