Nick's POV
I kept my hands busy while waiting for Georgia to return from the beach, hacking and tying branches together to build a fence around our shelter. Something to keep us safe at least for the night.
On my way back from the ridge, I was able to find a lot of dry wood that we could use for cooking and a campfire at night after I found that spring.
Georgia would surely love that. Hell, I am sure she had been dying to scrub the salt and sweat off her skin with fresh, clean water. All women do.
The sun should have been directly above me by now, but the sky was turning darker by the minute. Clouds thickened, swallowing the sunlight. Still, no sign of her.
I didn't want to admit it, but I am not comfortable in not seeing her within my sight. What if something happens to her and I am not there to help her, to save her?
