Natalie caught the wink Rosie gave Gabe. There was something going on here that she wasn’t privy to. The rumble of a helicopter sent her gaze skyward, surprised by its throbbing intrusion into this peaceful existence.

“You’ll hear a lot of them,” Gabe said. “There’s an airstrip nearby and the rigs out at sea use it as a refuelling point.”

The machine vibrated closer then faded into the distance. A reminder she wasn’t as isolated as she’d imagined.

Rosie collected their plates and Natalie rose to help clean up. The two women started on the dishes while Gabe got rid of the fish carcass.

“You a reader, Natalie?” Rosie asked.

“Since I’ve come on this holiday I’ve read three books and started a fourth which is more than I would have read…” Natalie paused. Shook her head. “In two years.”

“I love reading. I’ve got a little library back at my place if you run out.” Rosie laughed. “Plenty of time for it here.”

Gabe came back inside. “I’m going to visit Uncle Ron.”

“I’d better get going too.” Rosie wiped her hands on the tea towel. “You sure you’re happy in the lodge? It’s pretty basic.”

“It’s all I need,” Natalie said and waved them off.

Back inside her room she paused to look around. It was so different to her Broome accommodation, not grand or luxurious but comfortable and clean. She’d meant what she said. The morning out paddling had swept away any concerns she had about staying here. While the indulgence of the resort had been enjoyable, in a strange way this basic room was all she needed. She stretched out on the comfy bed and closed her eyes.

Later in the afternoon, after a refreshing sleep and just as she had settled to read, Gabe called in again.

“There’s a cabin empty,” he said. “Tika and Rosie reckon you’ll be more comfortable there. It’s got its own kitchen and bathroom.”

Although the thought was appealing Natalie didn’t want to bother moving. She was already settled in her room even though she hadn’t really unpacked.

“There’s a group of blokes coming tonight,” Gabe said. “Fishermen. They’re nice enough but they can get a bit rowdy and they like to take over the camp kitchen. You might prefer your own space. And you won’t have to go out for the bathroom.”

Natalie had a sudden recall of Bazz. Perhaps having her own cabin where she could keep to herself if she wanted was a better idea. “If it’s no bother.”

Gabe shook his head.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll help you shift.”