He’d never seen anyone go from fine to sick like that in such a flash. Earlier, when she’d vomited in the yurt, she hadn’t been anything close to fine. “You have a mold allergy?” he asked after shining the red light into the open container.

“It was the sour smell that got me. I’ve got a sensitive stomach right now, I guess.”

“Understandable given the situation.”

She turned on the water and dunked her face in the stream. She took a long gulp and spit the water out, then dunked her head under again, this time letting the water run over the back of her neck. After raising her head again, she shut off the spray and placed both hands on the lip of the sink, hanging her head over the stainless steel basin. “You don’t know the half of it.” The words were a soft mumble.

He wanted to ask what she meant, but every minute they were inside the house, the danger of being cornered again increased. He’d have to wait to continue this conversation when they were alone in the tent later. “You okay now?”

She nodded.

“’Kay. Let’s go upstairs and see if we can find you better clothes.”

She took a hand towel from the hook next to the sink and patted her face and neck. “I’ve been crossing my fingers for that ever since we decided to rob this place. Danielle Baldwin is about my size.”

Before going up, Xavier grabbed a small crowbar from the garage. A knife probably wouldn’t cut it—no pun intended—if the bedroom closets had solid interior doors.

His assumption proved correct, and he quickly pried open the locked closet in the master bedroom. It was a small walk-in, and they entered and closed the door, allowing Xavier to use the bright white lens on his flashlight to illuminate the fully enclosed space that included built-in shelves loaded with clothing. A tower of drawers filled one short wall.

“I joke about stealing, but I really feel terrible we’re doing this.” She ran her hand over a set of quality long underwear. “I’m going to reimburse the Baldwins for everything we pilfer.”

“Borrow. And I will pay back every dime personally. I’ll fix the doors and locks myself.”

Audrey pulled open a drawer, then slammed it shut. “I can’t take Danielle’s underwear.”

“Audrey, are your bra and underwear soaked?”

“Damp. Not soaked.”

“If she has a sports bra that will fit you, you need to change. And you need to take a spare. You won’t be comfortable hiking without a bra, and pulling on dry long underwear over a damp bra makes no sense. We can’t have you succumbing to hypothermia out there.”

She let out a heavy sigh and said, “Fine.”