An excuse to put time and space between him and Phoebe. Maybe he could go back to the beach on his own? At least for a few days and gather extra food. Then again, he’d already proven how useless he was at catching fish. It seemed a waste of energy to go so far for a few crabs and clams and have to hike back in.He blew out a hard breath. It would’ve been nice to run away from his island mate. Which he wanted to do most of all at the moment.A faint peeping noise caught his ear. He paused, listening. It came from near a tree, and he carefully walked toward the sound. It took a few moments to find the source buried within a clump a ferns—a baby bird. An ugly, bottle-ended thing with the sprouting of pin feathers and a gaping, hungry mouth. Nearby lay a nest, and Jonathon peered up the tree. A long, satisfied looking snake stretched along a limb. Jonathon frowned. Chances were the other baby birds had become dinner.He stared back at the tiny creature, which couldn’t have been more than a week old.
