Do you see that hazy object?” Love glances to where Cade is pointing. He squints, curling his nose up in confusion. “You mean that smudge?” “Yeah. It wouldn't be a smudge if you'd brought the binoculars.” When Love smiles at the side of his mate's face, moths stir inside his belly. He feels like a school boy again. “I brought them. They're in one of the bags. Why don't find them?” He knows he has no chance of getting Cade up in the pitch black to search for anything. They lie on the grass atop a cliff with the tent to their right. The waves are crashing down below, keeping Cade in a mild state of panic about being up here all night. It was a good idea in theory, but being up here now, he has to listen to Cade keep saying the land is tilting. “We'll find them tomorrow.” Love bursts out laughing and receives a dig in the ribs for his efforts.
