She shook her head. “I’m staying with you.”
Sam touched his elbow. “Chalet’s empty. There’ll be beds inside.”
And an unobstructed view of their target. If they needed to move on him, Amy could stay inside, maybe she’d even sleep through it. He nodded.
“But that’s breaking and entering,” Amy whispered.
Her surprise made him smile. “What did you think we would do?”
She said nothing and Sam took a minute to unlock the door and then gestured them inside. Together they checked the rooms but it was empty with a clean, unoccupied vibe.
“I’ll take first watch.” Sam pulled a chair away from the table and set it up by the window overlooking their target area. Brandon didn’t bother arguing. He was shattered and it only required one of them to keep watch. A couple of hours sleep was better than nothing.
“There’s a double in the bedroom,” he told Amy. “Get some sleep.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.” It was tiny but he’d slept in worse places.
She hesitated. “I’ll take the other couch.”
“Ames, you’ll get a far better rest if you sleep on the bed.” He moved closer to her, squeezed her hand.
“Will you wake me if you see anything or go anywhere?”
Hell no. He didn’t want her anywhere near danger. “Sam and I are trained for these situations. You’re not.”
She glanced at Sam. “I know you are, but the idea of you at risk…”
His heart filled his ribcage. “I understand, but I feel the same way about you.” He watched her for a long moment. Finally she rose on her tiptoes and brushed a kiss against his cheek. “I’ll sleep on the other couch.”
The kiss abolished his argument, and he was helpless to resist. The warmth of her lips spread heat through the rest of him. “Suit yourself.” He stretched out on the couch the best he could and immediately fell asleep.
When Sam woke him, the horizon was lightening. “Anything?”
“Nothing, but I’ve got to tell you the grey nomads cannot hold their bladders. It was a constant flow of people to the ablution blocks.”
“Something for us to look forward to.” Brandon stretched and swapped places with Sam. Amy didn’t stir.
According to the caravan park website, reception didn’t open until eight o’clock so no one would need the chalet before then. He doubted any staff would check the place because it was clean, but as he monitored his target, he worked out a plan in case they were caught there.
As the sun rose, so did people, with a parade going to have their morning shower.
It seemed the only person not awake was whoever slept in the four-wheel drive across from them. Surely with the noise of the park, he would have to be awake. Even Sam stirred behind him. “How’d you go?”
“Waiting for him to emerge. Everyone else has.”
“Think we should vacate the premises?”
Brandon could imagine Dot’s expression if she was called out because he’d been trespassing. “Yeah. Let’s sit on the patio.” Was a nearby cafe already open so they could get a couple of coffees and at least pretend they were staying in the chalet? As he stood to wake Amy, the flap of the roof top tent opened. Brandon stopped Sam and whipped out his phone, his heart racing.
The man who climbed down wasn’t anyone Brandon recognised. He took a couple of photos as the man trotted to the toilets.
“Search it?” Sam asked.
“Yeah.” The man went into the building and Brandon gestured for Sam to move.
He closed the chalet door behind him and strode to the campsite. Sam climbed the ladder into the tent and Brandon checked the doors of the four-wheel drive. It was locked but inside he got a better look at the laptops. He took a few photos.
