Breaking the Drought

Lisa Ireland

www.escapepublishing.com.au

Breaking the Drought

Lisa Ireland

When a smooth-talking, sophisticated city girl comes striding into town on her stiletto heels, he’s the last person who wants to notice…

When Jenna McLean gets roped into attending a matchmaking ball in a small country town, she holds no illusions of meeting the man of her dreams. A no-nonsense magazine editor, Jenna doesn’t believe in leaving love to chance, which is why she’s developed Marriage Material – a fool-proof framework for husband hunting. Shearers and farmhands need not apply.

Sheep grazier Luke Tanner has met women like Jenna before, and knows not to waste his time. With the drought dragging on and bushfire season around the corner, the last thing he needs is a spoiled city girl like Jenna adding to his problems. He’ll help out with the ball because it’s good for the community, but he won’t dance, he won’t flirt, and he definitely won’t be matched.

It’s been a long dry season, but everyone knows when it rains, it pours.

About the Author

Although born and bred in the city of Melbourne, Australia, Lisa has always been a country girl at heart. After graduating from university, her love of horses, cattle dogs and tumbling-down farmhouses led her to accept a teaching position at a small school in rural Victoria. A flood, a bushfire, and countless snakes taught her there was more to life on the land than fluffy sheep and home baked scones! Lisa hopes her stories reflect the deep admiration she has for rural communities. She will never forget the hospitality she was shown as a wide-eyed city slicker, new to life in the bush.

Lisa now lives in a small coastal town and spends her days dreaming up stories as she walks along the beach. (Don’t tell her husband — he thinks she’s there to watch him catching waves.) When not writing, reading or conducting conversations with characters in her head, Lisa is busy being mum to her three boys and trying her best to train her impossible but adorable Labrador.

You can visit Lisa at http://www.lisairelandbooks.com, find her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/lisawritesromance, and follow her on Twitter @LisaIreland66.

Acknowledgements

Many people had a hand in bringing this book to life.

My heartfelt thanks to:

Kate Cuthbert (for saying yes!) and all the team at Escape for being so lovely to work with.

My fantastic editor, Julia Knapman, for holding my hand through the editing process.

Ligia Pelosi, who believed in this story from the beginning. Without her I would have given up at the first hurdle.

Amanda Knight for sharing all the highs and lows, and being a wonderful critique partner.

Carmen Vicos for reading endless drafts and revisions.

Cate Ellink and Janette Radevski for their thoughtful insights and ongoing support.

Rachael Johns for never being too busy to answer my many questions.

Justin O’Brien for giving me an insight into CFA operations.

Romance Writers of Australia. Without this organisation I would still be dreaming about writing a book someday.

My friends at Western Women Writers, for all the support and encouragement over the years (and the cakes!).

All my Facebook friends and Twitter followers for providing me with help whenever I asked, and for being an awesome cheer squad.

Extra special thanks to my boys, Charlie, Will and Alex for being my biggest fans.

Finally, to my husband, David, for the technical support, the suggestions (strangely no ninja scenes made it into the final draft, but thanks anyway!) and for all the little things you think I don’t notice, but I do.

For my mum, Lorraine, who always believed in me,

and my dad, Kevin, who taught me to dream big.

Contents

About the Author

Acknowledgements

From the Editor

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Epilogue

Bestselling Titles by Escape Publishing…

From the Editor

Dear Reader,

With the wedding season upon us, conversation in the Gloss office has turned to love and marriage. The general consensus around the water cooler is the two go hand in hand.

Me? I’m not convinced that love is a vital ingredient in a successful marriage. In fact, I would argue that using romantic love as the main criteria to bind yourself to another person for the rest of your life is simply foolhardy. Of course, my view is not a popular one here in the office. I’m pretty sure I heard the words ‘Wedding Grinch’ being uttered by a co-worker yesterday.

You might be wondering, if not love, then what?

So glad you asked!

The Urban Dictionary defines marriage material as a person who you think would make a good spouse for you.

No mention of the L-word.

Marriage is a contract, a lifetime commitment and, in my opinion, not something to be entered into lightly. Is it really the best idea to base one of the most important decisions of our lives on the strength of thumping hearts and tingling skin?

Any potential spouse of mine will need to meet a few basic criteria before I’m prepared to think about signing on the dotted line. To that end I’ve developed a checklist. My colleagues and friends think I’m crazy, but I think I’m being pragmatic.

Marriage Material — My Ideal Man

1.   Is seeking a lifetime commitment

2.   Has a desire to have children

3.   Has No Baggage

4.   Is ambitious

5.   Must have a secure income

6.   Is prepared to support my career

7.   Does not gamble, smoke or drink excessively

8.   Keeps fit and eats healthily — preferably a vegetarian

9.   Is not afraid of housework

10.  Must love cats (dog lovers need not apply)

What do you think? Log onto www.glossmag.com to vote in our Hearts or Heads poll, have your say on the Gloss Facebook page, or tweet us your thoughts using the hashtag #GlossHeartOrHead.

Looking forward to hearing your thoughts,

Jenna x

Jenna McLean

Editor

Chapter 1

‘Jerk alert at twelve o’clock!’

Jenna McLean looked up to see what her friend, Brooke, was talking about and instantly regretted her action. Her eyes locked on Simon Travers, her ex-fiancé, as he walked into the bar arm in arm with his latest conquest. Jenna gulped her martini and prayed he hadn’t seen her.

No such luck. Simon and Alyssa made a beeline for their table.

‘Rumour has it they’re engaged,’ Brooke whispered.

Jenna raised her eyebrows but said nothing as Simon approached.

‘Jenna!’ Simon said, planting kisses on both her cheeks.

Jenna’s eyes flitted to Alyssa’s left hand. Sure enough, a large, square-cut diamond adorned her wedding finger. Jenna was dismayed to feel tears pricking her eyes. Brooke was right, Simon was a jerk, and she certainly didn’t want him back. But six months ago she had wanted nothing more than to be Mrs Simon Travers. That dream had come to an abrupt end when she had come home early one evening and discovered him entertaining Alyssa — in his underwear.

‘How are you, Simon?’ Jenna did her best to inject a disinterested tone into her voice.

‘Great,’ Simon replied. ‘Actually, I have to confess I hoped I might find you here. Good to see you’re still reliable.’

Predictable was what he meant.

‘What do you want?’ she asked.

‘I, or rather we, have some news. I wanted to tell you in person, before you heard it on the grapevine.’

‘That you and Alyssa are getting married?’

‘We’re engaged, yes. How did you know?’

‘I’m the editor of a magazine that thrives on gossip, Simon. I have my sources.’

Simon looked at Brooke pointedly before returning his attention to Jenna. ‘I suppose you have.’

‘Congratulations,’ Jenna said. ‘I’m very happy for both of you. Now if you’ll excuse me…’

‘I wanted to give you this.’ Simon handed her a silver envelope.

‘What is it?’

‘An invitation to our engagement party next Friday night. No hard feelings, eh?’

Jenna was speechless. No hard feelings? Did he seriously think she was going to celebrate his engagement after what he had done? And it wasn’t as if he cared about her feelings. She wasn’t stupid enough to think that. No, Simon Travers knew that it didn’t pay to have the editor of one of Australia’s most popular women’s magazines offside.

Brooke’s voice broke into her thoughts.

‘What a shame, Jenna. That’s the weekend we have the thing on,’ she said.

Thing? What thing?

Brooke gave an almost imperceptible shrug of her shoulders, sending her the signal to just play along.

‘Oh yes…the thing.’ Oh God, could she be any less convincing?

Simon raised his eyebrows. ‘What thing would that be?’

Brooke fished in her bag and pulled out a ragged piece of paper. ‘The Barlow Bush Blokes’ Ball,’ she said, placing the flyer on the table near Jenna.

Simon laughed. ‘This doesn’t sound like your scene, Jenna. I can’t imagine you in the bush.’

‘Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think.’

He smiled and clasped Alyssa’s hand. ‘Well, the invitation’s there if you change your mind. We’ll leave you to your drinks.’

‘Snake,’ Brooke hissed at Simon’s back as he and Alyssa made their departure.

Jenna sighed. ‘A soon to be married snake.’

‘You’re not going to let that worry you, surely?’

‘It’s not that I want him back, but I feel like I’m standing still while the rest of the world is running past me.’

Brooke furrowed her brow. ‘What do you mean?’

‘I’m 27 years old. Looks like the plan to have my first child before 30 is out the window. Not only am I not married, I don’t have a boyfriend or even the prospect of one. I’m destined to be a lonely little old lady with 14 cats.’

Brooke burst out laughing. ‘Oh Jenna, don’t be so melodramatic. You really need to lighten up and stop trying to control every little aspect of your life.’

‘What’s wrong with being in control?’

Brooke shrugged. ‘You don’t seem to be having much fun lately, Jen. That stupid Marriage Material list is half your problem. You can’t go around interviewing men for the job of spouse. If you just relax a bit and enjoy yourself then maybe you’ll meet The One.’

Poor Brooke. She was still under the naïve assumption that romantic love was the secret to a happy marriage. Jenna was under no such illusion.

‘I don’t “interview” them. I just complete a little mental checklist. If they don’t measure up I’m not going to waste my time or theirs. I’m simply being pragmatic.’

‘So how many ticks did Simon get?’

Jenna sighed. She’d been waiting for Brooke to bring this up ever since the break up. ‘He was almost the perfect fit on paper.’ She shrugged. ‘Look, I never said my system was foolproof, but just because it didn’t work out with Simon doesn’t mean I’m ready to give up on finding a perfectly compatible partner. I know the head over heels thing doesn’t pan out in the long run. I can’t see what’s wrong with planning for long term happiness.’

Brooke rolled her eyes. ‘Sounds like hard work to me. Maybe you should take a break from husband hunting for a while and have a little fun. I think the Bush Blokes’ Ball is exactly what you need.’

Jenna shook her head. ‘Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not actually going to go to a ball in some backwater town.’

‘Why not? Maybe a dose of down-to-earth country hospitality is just what you need to get your groove back.’

‘You’re kidding, right?’ Jenna asked.

‘No, I’m not. I printed out the flyer especially for you. I was about to tell you about it when The Snake rudely interrupted us. I’m going to that ball and so are you. I think a little cowboy action is exactly what you need right now.’

‘Cowboy action? I don’t think we have “cowboys” in Australia.’

‘Hot young graziers, then. Cattlemen. Call them what you like. In my fantasy they’re all cowboys.’

Jenna laughed. ‘Fair enough, but I’m still not convinced this is a good idea. Can you honestly see me in the country? I mean, what would I wear? And isn’t it dangerous out there?’

‘What are you talking about?’

‘You know, snakes — actual snakes, not those of the human variety — spiders, creepy-crawlies.’

Brooke rolled her eyes. ‘Barlow’s hardly the outback, Jenna. It’s not like we’d be camping or anything primitive like that. We’ll stay in a hotel and there’s a black tie ball. That sounds pretty civilised to me.’

‘What about Cocoa?’

‘You’re not bringing her, if that’s what you mean. I’m sure it won’t kill the precious Miss Cocoa to spend a few nights in that upmarket cattery you used when we went to Thailand last year.’

Jenna held out her hand. ‘Give me the clipping and I’ll have another look while you hit the bar,’ she said. ‘It’s your shout.’

Brooke was right about one thing. Her life was definitely in a rut. Maybe this bush dance wasn’t such a bad idea. At least there was no danger of running into any of the usual crowd and she certainly didn’t want to be around while everyone was celebrating Simon’s impending nuptials.

Brooke arrived back with a couple of martinis.

‘I guess we could go,’ Jenna said.

Brooke broke into a grin and lifted her glass to toast. ‘Here’s to kissing cowboys.’

Jenna shook her head. ‘No cowboys for me,’ she said. ‘That’s the last thing I need.’

* * *

Luke Tanner stood on the balcony of Barlow’s only pub watching the parade roll into town. A steady stream of hatchbacks and sports cars could be seen making their way down Barlow Road, leaving a cloud of yellow dust in their wake. It was quite a sight; the old road hadn’t seen that much traffic in years.

Luke thought Maggie was mad when she came up with the idea of the Bush Blokes’ Ball. ‘I can’t imagine too many city girls coming all the way out here for a ball, Maggie,’ he’d said.

But she wasn’t taking no for an answer. If there was one thing he’d learnt about his sister-in-law over the past six months it was how determined she was.

‘They’ll come,’ she said. ‘It’s all a matter of marketing.’

‘Even if they do, I can’t see too many of them settling for a life here with a Barlow bloke.’

‘I did,’ she reminded him.

All thoughts of arguing his case evaporated as Luke studied her face for any sign of emotion, but her grief was well hidden.

‘We need to do something, Luke,’ she said. ‘This town needs people. Five families have left the district in the past six months. The school’s facing closure and half the shops in the main street are empty. This place will be a ghost town if we don’t do something soon.’

Luke shook his head. ‘Bloody drought.’

‘We can’t change Mother Nature, but we can do something positive to save the town,’ Maggie said.

In no time Maggie had sorted out a website, placed advertisements in the Melbourne papers, persuaded the locals to sign up as ‘bachelors’ or volunteers and even managed to get herself some airtime on a city radio program. Even so, Luke had never imagined the plan would be so successful. Every ticket to the ball was sold, every room at the pub and the local B&B was booked and there were even girls billeted with local families. Now the day of the ball had arrived and Luke had to admit, Maggie was a marketing genius.

He made his way downstairs and onto the pub’s wide veranda where the registration table was set with nametags and welcome packs. Looking at Maggie sitting behind the table no one would ever guess that she was almost eight months pregnant, but as Luke approached she stood up, revealing her basketball-like stomach. She stretched then placed both her hands on the small of her back and grimaced.

‘Are you okay?’

‘Fine,’ she said. ‘I’m just fat, that’s all.’

‘We can handle this if you need to rest.’

‘And miss all the fun? You have to be kidding, Luke.’ She winked at him. ‘Besides, I’m the event co-ordinator. I’m sure you can’t manage without me.’

Luke smiled. ‘Well, maybe not. But just take it easy, okay?’

Maggie nodded and shooed him off to help the first arrivals with their luggage.

The main street was filled with sporty little cars that had no business being in the bush. Luke set his sights on the car furthest from the pub and headed towards it.

For the first time in his life he noticed a pair of women’s shoes. Bright orange platforms made their way out of the yellow Volkswagen as he approached. The shoes were fastened to the wearer’s feet by the tiniest of straps. Luke stared at them, wondering how anyone could manage to stand upright, let alone walk, in anything so impractical.

When the car’s occupant emerged, Luke found himself transfixed. The shoes belonged to the most extraordinary woman he had ever seen. She wore a tiny pair of shorts and some sort of fancy cape thing as a top, the likes of which Luke had never encountered. Her clothes certainly weren’t like anything he’d ever seen Maggie wearing, or any of the local women for that matter.

She pushed her large framed sunglasses on top of her head and stared back at him. ‘Can I help you?’ she asked.

Inexplicably his pulse quickened as she spoke. ‘I was just admiring your…shoes.’

‘Jimmy Choos.’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘I picked them up on my last visit to New York. Don’t think they make them in…’ her gaze shifted to his feet, ‘cowboy size.’ She turned her back on him and walked to the back of her car.

Damn. She’d caught him checking out her legs. What did she expect? Any guy not noticing those pins didn’t have a pulse. Perhaps a little country charm was in order to smooth things over.

‘Allow me,’ Luke said, placing his hand on the large leather suitcase she was dragging from the car.

‘Thanks,’ she said, ‘but I’m fine. I’m used to carrying my own baggage.’

Her friend was more obliging. She smiled and offered him a small overnight bag. ‘Don’t mind Jenna. She’s just caffeine deprived. She’ll be in a better mood after a coffee. I’m Brooke, by the way.’

‘Luke Tanner. Welcome to Barlow, ladies.’ He tipped his broad brimmed hat, which earned him a wide grin from Brooke and even a smile from Jenna. ‘If you’d like to follow me to the registration table, we can sort out your accommodation and maybe rustle up a coffee.’

* * *

Brooke kept pace with Cowboy Luke, chatting amiably. Jenna teetered along behind them on her unruly heels. Her oversized suitcase was proving to be difficult to manoeuvre along the bluestone sidewalk, its wheels squealing in protest at the unfamiliar surface.

‘Are you sure you’re okay with that?’ Luke asked as she struggled along.

‘Absolutely.’ She could hardly admit she needed help after the show she’d put on back there.

He was really pretty cute, Cowboy Luke. Hell, who was she kidding? He was gorgeous. When she had caught him looking at her as she alighted the car her heart had begun to pound. Even now, as she thought about those dark eyes lingering a moment too long on her legs, she felt a strange fluttering in the pit of her stomach. It was just a physical reaction, she told herself. Who wouldn’t respond to such an attractive man?

The sound of Brooke’s laughter made Jenna look up. Luke was laughing too and his hand drifted casually to the small of Brooke’s back as he guided her up the steps of the pub. Looked like Brooke had found herself an admirer already. It was no surprise. What man wouldn’t be attracted to her, with her dark features and bubbly personality?

Men looked at Jenna, she knew that, but it was Brooke they talked to, flirted with, and ultimately took into their arms. Jenna wished she could be at ease with the opposite sex in the way that her friend was. She wished she didn’t scrutinise every attractive man she met, looking for flaws. She couldn’t let herself get interested until she knew there was a good prospect that the guy was ‘marriage material’. Trouble was, by the time she had decided that a potential lover was worth the investment, she had usually scared him away with her lack of enthusiasm.

As she dragged her suitcase up the pub’s timber steps Brooke beckoned her. ‘Come on. I want to check in so we can start having fun.’

The woman sitting at the registration table handed Jenna a welcome pack. ‘Wow, I love your top. Such gorgeous fabric.’

Jenna acknowledged the compliment with a smile. ‘I have my friend here to thank for that,’ she said. ‘Brooke’s a textile designer and this fabric is one of her creations.’

‘It’s certainly unique,’ the woman said. ‘Now, let’s get down to business. May I have your names for registration?’

‘Jenna McLean,’ Jenna said, ‘and this is Brooke Chambers.’

‘Maggie Tanner,’ the woman replied. ‘I’m the event co-ordinator this weekend so if you have any questions or problems feel free to let me know.’

Tanner? Jenna’s gaze darted to Maggie’s left hand. An intricate gold band adorned her ring finger. She wondered if Luke Tanner’s wife knew about his wandering eyes.

She smiled at Maggie, feeling an immediate affinity with her. ‘I believe we have rooms reserved in the hotel here,’ she said. ‘Do we get the key from you or should we check in inside?’

‘I’m sorry but you’re not staying in the pub. The rooms were allocated on a first-in basis. I’m afraid you girls were rather late in booking. Don’t worry though, we have both of you billeted together.’

Jenna couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Billeted out to stay with strangers? Unthinkable. ‘There must be some mistake. We specifically asked to be placed at the hotel.’ Jenna swung around and looked at Brooke. ‘Do you know anything about this?’

Brooke shook her head. ‘I asked for private rooms in the hotel.’

‘You have been allocated private rooms,’ Maggie said. ‘I’m sure you’ll be perfectly comfortable.’

The weekend hadn’t even started and already it was a disaster. What was she thinking, letting Brooke talk her into leaving the metropolitan area? It was bad enough that the whole town seemed to consist of just one street, and that her mobile phone had ceased to get a signal. Now she was expected to stay in some bush shack with strangers. ‘It’s not what I’d envisaged,’ Jenna said.

Brooke shot her a furious look.

‘You’re actually down to stay with Luke and me. Our place is a 15 minute drive out of town, but it’s very large. You’ll both have your own room and a private bathroom.’

‘Sounds great, doesn’t it, Jen?’ said Brooke.

It seemed there was no getting out of it. Jenna tried to smile graciously. ‘Sure,’ she said.

‘Shame you got your luggage out of the car,’ said Maggie, a smile twitching at the corners of her mouth. ‘Never mind. Luke can give you a hand. I’ll get him to drive out to the property and you can follow if you like. We don’t want you getting lost.’

Perfect. She’d left Melbourne to escape Simon the Snake only to be billeted with Barlow’s resident Lothario.

Luke was nowhere to be seen. At Maggie’s suggestion Jenna and Brooke decided to wait inside the pub.

The old hotel was filling quickly, but Jenna managed to find a table near the window and Brooke headed to the bar. The cool dark room provided some welcome relief from the heat outside.

Jenna looked around the pub while she waited for Brooke to return with the coffees. The brown laminated tables and floral carpet took her back to her childhood — Saturday afternoons spent beside Grandpa Bob at the bar of the Railway Hotel, sipping raspberry lemonade and eating packets of chips, while he drank his beer and watched the races.

Brooke arrived back with a couple of lemon squashes.

‘What happened to the coffee?’ Jenna said. Her last caffeine hit was at a roadside stop three hours ago now. Her head thumped in withdrawal.

‘The barman’s going to bring it over. I thought you might like something cold while we wait.’ She placed the drinks on the table and looked around. ‘How cool is this old pub?’

Jenna smiled. ‘It’s a blast from the past. It reminds me of my childhood.’

‘A misspent youth, no doubt.’

Jenna laughed.

Brooke folded her arms and looked at Jenna smugly. ‘Are you ready to thank me yet?’

‘Thank you? For what? Bringing me to a dustbowl and forcing me to stay in some antiquated house which probably doesn’t even have air conditioning?’ Jenna rolled her eyes. ‘Thanks a lot, Brooke. A brilliant plan.’

‘The plan, as I recall, was to kiss cowboys. You have to admit the prospects are pretty good. Take Cowboy Luke for instance.’

‘I told you I had no intention of kissing anyone. And I don’t think either of us should set our hearts on Cowboy Luke. Looks like he’s married.’

‘What makes you think that?’

‘He has the same surname as Maggie and they live together. Pretty big clue I’d say.’

Brooke laughed. ‘I see you’ve been paying attention. Oh well, where there’s one there’s bound to be more. Cute guys roam in packs.’

The subject of their conversation pushed open the bistro door and walked towards them, putting an end to further speculation on whether or not his friends were kissable.

Luke removed his hat and wiped his brow with a tanned forearm. He glanced at Jenna before settling his gaze on Brooke. ‘Maggie tells me you two are to be our guests.’ He was clearly trying hard — maybe a little too hard — to sound enthusiastic about this fact. ‘I’ll escort you out to the property whenever you’re ready. You can find me on the veranda.’ Without waiting for an answer he turned on his heel and exited the bar.

The barman arrived carrying two insipid-looking lattes. Murky liquid sloshed into the saucer as he plonked Jenna’s coffee down in front of her.

It was going to be a long weekend.

Chapter 2

Jenna had to admit the trip out of town was scenic. Brooke followed Luke’s four-wheel drive back up Barlow Road for a few kilometres and then onto a series of minor roads, which wound their way through thick bush. Magnificent eucalypts towered above them, the forest canopy bringing visual relief from the simmering heat outside.

Jenna looked up from the map she had pulled from her welcome pack. ‘Looks like the Tanner’s property is on the edge of the National Park,’ she said.

‘Seems like we’ve been climbing for ages,’ said Brooke. ‘I’m glad we’ve got someone to follow, I would never have found my way otherwise.’ As she spoke they came to a clearing at the crest of a hill. Nestled in the valley below was a sprawling homestead.

‘Wow,’ said Jenna.

‘It’s enormous,’ said Brooke. ‘Do you think that’s the place?’

‘He’s heading in that direction.’

The Land Cruiser in front of them snaked slowly down the hill, towards the cypress lined driveway of the property. The homestead — Tandarra, according to the sign swinging from the white timber archway at the driveway’s entrance — was even more beautiful up close. Wide verandas surrounded the weatherboard house, which was set amongst a lush cottage-style garden. Luke drove past the house, pulling up into a large carport at its rear. He beckoned for Brooke to follow.

‘Welcome to Tandarra,’ he said as they got out of the car.

‘This place is amazing,’ said Brooke.

Luke smiled. ‘We like it here. Tandarra’s been in the Tanner family for three generations.’

Jenna could hardly believe how different this home was to the bush shack of her imagination. ‘The garden is just beautiful,’ she said, giving Luke her first genuine smile since their arrival.

‘It’s been hard to maintain it through the drought but Maggie’s managed to keep it alive with grey water and compost. My grandmother planted this garden when she was a young bride.’ He gestured towards the rose bushes lining the pathway to the veranda’s wide steps. ‘These roses are the most significant plants in the garden. Every time a new Tanner is born a rose is added to the collection.’

Thick white gravel scrunched under their feet as they made their way along the path to the home’s entrance.

Inside the home was cool and dark. Jenna’s platforms clunked on the highly polished timber floors as Luke ushered them through the entry hall, past the antique-filled lounge and formal dining room into the light-filled kitchen. A large hardwood table was positioned in the centre of the room. ‘Pull up a pew,’ he said.

He meant it literally. The benches either side of the table looked like authentic church pews. ‘Where did these come from?’ Jenna asked as she sat down.

‘There’s an old church up the road a bit. When it came up for sale a few years back my parents decided to buy it. My brother was doing it up before he…’ Luke hesitated for a moment. ‘The pews came from there.’ He swung open a cupboard door and pulled out a couple of mugs. ‘Help yourselves to tea or coffee. I’ll collect your bags and show you to your rooms when you’re ready.’

* * *

Jenna flopped back on the huge four-poster bed that sat in the centre of the enormous room she had been allocated. Despite her initial misgivings it seemed that she and Brooke had been luckier than most. Tandarra was up there with the most luxurious boutique accommodation she had ever stayed in. The crisp white bed linen beneath her was lavender scented and a vase of fresh roses adorned the dresser. The French doors leading to the outside veranda afforded Jenna a breathtaking view of the surrounding countryside. There was even a private bathroom.

As she took in the scenic vista Jenna noticed a figure on horseback riding along the property’s fence line. As the figure came closer to the house she recognised Luke’s masculine form and her stomach gave an involuntary flip.

Stop it. What was it with this ridiculous attraction to unreliable men? First Simon and now she was ogling Cowboy Trouble. To be fair to herself she hadn’t known about Simon’s philandering ways, but Luke Tanner was quite obviously a player — she couldn’t help but notice the way he kept looking at her — and there was nothing attractive about that. It didn’t matter how many times her stomach did somersaults at the sight of him, he was married. Married to a very nice woman at that.

Maggie had been so courteous in the face of her misgivings earlier. Heat crept into Jenna’s cheeks as she recalled the fuss she’d made about not having a room at the hotel. She had been so precious. Rude, if she was totally honest with herself. An apology to Maggie was in order. It was one thing to rub Luke up the wrong way but offending Maggie was unacceptable.

There was a tap on the door as Brooke bounded into the room without waiting to be invited. ‘Not too shabby, hey?’ she said, looking around Jenna’s room.

‘Five stars, at least.’

‘I’m glad you approve, madam.’

Jenna winced. ‘I know, I know. I’ve been a royal pain. I didn’t know places like this even existed in the country.’

Brooke laughed. ‘Did you think everyone outside of the city lived in log cabins with dirt floors?’

‘Of course not. I thought…well, actually, I don’t know. Maybe I did have a few preconceived ideas.’

‘So maybe country life isn’t so bad after all.’

Jenna shrugged. ‘It’s a nice place to visit.’

Brooke gestured at Jenna’s unopened suitcase. ‘You’d better get cracking if we’re going to leave on time.’

‘Leave for where? The ball’s not until tonight.’

‘Didn’t you read the info in your welcome pack? There’s some type of farming demonstration on this afternoon. Something involving dogs rounding up sheep. And shearing.’

Jenna glanced at the laptop bag she’d tossed onto her bed. ‘You go, I need to check in at the office.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. Think about what you’ll be missing. All those cowboy types, shirtless, bodies slick with sweat…’

Jenna laughed. ‘I’ll live.’

‘Honestly, Jen, you are being ridiculous. We came out here to do something different. Experience another side of life. That’s not going to happen if you never leave this luxurious bedroom.’

‘Sorry, but work comes first.’

Brooke frowned. ‘Well, I’m going. If you change your mind you need to be ready in half an hour.’

Jenna could see she was annoyed but it couldn’t be helped. She really did need to check in back at work. The last contact she’d had was hours ago, before she lost her phone signal. She had her staff negotiating a deal for an exclusive interview with Summer Richards — her first interview since winning an Oscar on the same night her fiancé was found dead in a Hollywood hotel. It was imperative to stay in the loop. Not to mention the myriad of other niggling problems with the current issue that needed her attention.

She slid her laptop out of its case and settled herself back on the bed, ready to work, mentally ticking off her priority list while the computer searched for a network connection. First priority: read emails, reply to anything urgent, then read cover and content proposals for upcoming issues and formulate her response. That should be enough for now. If there was enough time before getting ready for the ball maybe she could jot down some notes about Tandarra for her column.

Her computer blipped. No network connection found.

Jenna stared at the screen, momentarily not comprehending the words. Surely these people were connected to the Internet? Everyone was, weren’t they? Perhaps the network was down for some reason. Undeterred, she grabbed her phone in order to set up a personal hotspot. No signal. Damn! How did people survive out here?

Perhaps the bedroom was in a dead spot. Or maybe there was some trick to connecting here she didn’t know about. She snapped the laptop shut and shuffled off the bed. Hopefully she could catch Luke before he left to show off his skills at the shear-a-thon or whatever the hell it was.

She found him sitting on the veranda steps, pulling a pair of work boots on.

His eyes settled on her feet. ‘I don’t think your Jimmy shoes are the best choice of footwear for the farm visit. I assume you did bring some form of appropriate footwear with you?’

‘Jimmy Choos.’

He raised his eyebrows. ‘Whatever. You’d better make it quick. We’re about to leave. Brooke’s already in the car.’

‘I’m not coming to the farm. I have a lot of work to do. I just need an Internet connection. I’d use my phone to connect but I can’t seem to get a signal. I’m just wondering — ’

‘There’s no mobile reception out here so you can forget that, and as for Internet connection, well, sorry to tell you this but the modem died on Wednesday and I haven’t had a chance to get into Mynyip to pick up another one.’

‘You mean we are totally offline here?’ Jenna made no attempt to conceal her horror.

‘For the next few days at least. Look, if you really need to check your email or whatever, coming to the Dawsons’ farm is your best bet. The homestead’s up on a hill and they get reasonable mobile service there, but if you are coming do me a favour and put on a sensible pair of shoes.’

The lure of connection to the outside world was too great to pass up, even if it did mean spending more time with Mr Obnoxious. ‘I’ll grab my runners.’

* * *

The view from the farmhouse was breathtaking. Jenna, along with Brooke and a dozen or so other visitors, stood on the house’s spacious balcony drinking glasses of icy lemonade and admiring the spectacular outlook.

‘Imagine waking up to this view every day,’ Brooke said. ‘You couldn’t help but be in a good mood.’

Jenna nodded her agreement. ‘This would be a great place to write. It’s so quiet and the view is so calming.’ She sipped her lemonade and imagined what it might be like to have such a peaceful life.

Suddenly a male voice boomed over the gentle hum of conversation. ‘Ladies, can I have your attention please?’

Jenna turned to see a stocky middle-aged man addressing the group.

‘My name is Mal Dawson and I’m your host today.’ He took off his battered wide-brimmed hat and gestured towards a small apron-clad woman standing to his left. ‘Along with my beautiful wife, Helen, of course.’

Helen coloured slightly but grinned and waved nonetheless.

‘Our son, Matt, is waiting for us to join him over in the paddock near the shearing shed behind me,’ Mal said. ‘Matt is going to demonstrate how we use the dogs to round up a few sheep. Then we’ll head into the shed and some of the local lads are going to have a bit of a shearing competition.’

An appreciative murmur came from the crowd. Obviously most of these women were keen to see the local talent at work.

Mal smiled his approval. ‘If you’d all kindly set down your glasses on the trays provided and follow me, we can make a start.’

Jenna was in no hurry to leave the shady comfort of the balcony. The paddock Mal had indicated looked dry and dusty, and she wasn’t overly fond of dogs, or sheep for that matter. Not that she’d ever encountered one up close, of course, but she could see no compelling reason to change this fact.

Now would be a great time to see if she could actually get a decent phone signal. She could make a few calls, check her email and generally make sure everything was under control back at Gloss headquarters.

While the other women hurried to make their way down the stairs, Jenna stayed put, continuing to slowly sip her drink.

‘Come on, Jen. I want to get a good position to view the shearing from. I don’t want to miss seeing any of those hot bods up close.’ Brooke gestured for Jenna to follow her as she made her way towards the stairs.

‘You go ahead. Dogs and sheep — not really my kind of thing.’

‘Don’t be stupid. Shirtless men doing physical work. What’s not to like?’

Jenna grinned. ‘I’ll catch up. Right now I need to take advantage of the phone signal to check in with the office.’

Brooke let out an exasperated sigh. ‘Don’t be too long,’ she said, as she rushed off to join the others.

Jenna spied an oversized wicker armchair positioned in the shade on the eastern corner of the deck. The perfect spot to make herself comfortable and make a few calls. She pulled out her phone. Yes! A signal and a strong one at that.

She flopped down onto the armchair in relief. Surely this shearing thing would take a while. Maybe even an hour if she was lucky. She slid her iPad out of her handbag and settled herself in for a work session. For the first time since she’d left home she felt at ease.

* * *

While Matt’s job was to herd the sheep, Luke was in charge of guiding the visitors, making sure they knew where to stand, keeping them out of harm’s way. Clearly Matt had the easier job. It took a full 10 minutes before all the women were appropriately assembled.

Not all of them, in fact. 14 women had gathered at the farmhouse but there were only 13 here now. Someone was missing.

Jenna.

Why was he not surprised? Luke shook his head in frustration. That woman was definitely trouble. Now he would have to go see if he could find her. He couldn’t have her aimlessly wandering around a working farm. Anything could happen to her. He sidled up to Cameron Richards, one of the other shearers. ‘Cam, do us a favour would you mate? Keep an eye on this lot for a bit? I’ve got to go round up a stray.’

Cam grinned. ‘No worries, mate. I’ll take care of them.’

First port of call would be the last place he’d seen Jenna, the homestead’s balcony, then the homestead itself. If she wasn’t there then more drastic measures would need to be taken. Great start to the weekend that would be, a search and rescue operation before the ball. Maggie would never forgive him.

Fortunately there was no need for his thoughts to go any further down that dark path because as he rounded the shed corner he could see the homestead and there was definitely someone sitting on the balcony. Everyone else was down in the paddock. It had to be her.

Obviously a shearing exhibition was beneath Miss High and Mighty. Why the hell had she come to Barlow? She seemed determined to find fault with everything about the town and its inhabitants. Were all city women this stuck up and difficult or was he just unlucky to have met more than his fair share of them?

As he got closer he could see her talking on her phone, laughing and waving her hands about, probably telling her friends back home about how backward they were out here in the sticks. Just like the last city girl he’d inflicted on this town.

Nicola’s face flashed before his eyes and a jolt of white-hot anger seared through him.

He strode towards the house, a man on a mission. His boots thudded on the aged timber deck as he approached Jenna. ‘Are you right?’ he demanded.

She shot him a confused look and pointed at the phone she held against her ear.

‘Oh, you’re on the phone? Sorry, you clearly have more important things to do than worry about a small thing like good manners. I’ll just wait until your important call is done.’

‘Sorry Claire, something’s come up here. I’m going to have to call you back. Just make sure you copy me in on all those emails from Summer’s agent.’ She ended the call and looked at him. ‘What is your problem?’

‘My problem is that I’ve had to leave the rest of the group to come searching for you. This is a working farm. The Dawsons can’t have people wandering around unaccounted for.’

‘I’m not wandering around. I’m sitting here, minding my own business, getting on with my job.’ Her clipped tone revealed her irritation.

‘How was I supposed to know that? Did it ever occur to you to mention your whereabouts to someone?’

‘Brooke knew where I was. If you’d bothered to ask her you could have saved yourself this giant tantrum.’

She was right of course. He could have asked Brooke, he simply hadn’t thought to. ‘You should have let one of the organisers know your whereabouts, that’s all I’m saying.’

‘Sorry. It didn’t occur to me. You knew that the only reason I came to the farm was to get a phone signal. I didn’t realise I needed to get your permission to play hooky from the shearing demonstration. Honestly if I’d known this weekend was going to be run like a school camp, I wouldn’t have come.’

Luke felt his pulse thud in his temple. ‘Why did you come? I mean you’ve obviously made up your mind not to enjoy yourself. You clearly think this whole town is beneath you, so I’m not sure why you want to be here. Maybe you should take your bad manners back to Melbourne where they belong.’

* * *

Bad manners? That was a bit rich from a man who had left his pregnant wife at home so he could socialise with a bevy of beautiful, single women. And why on earth did he care so much about what she was doing? If it wasn’t for the fear of insulting his charming wife (and incurring Brooke’s wrath) she would pull the pin on this whole stupid weekend right now. But, seeing as she was stuck here, at least for the time being, she supposed she should make some effort to fit in.

Courtesy costs nothing. Grandpa Bob’s voice, ever her conscience, rang in her ears. Jenna’s anger began to taper. She’d been so busy thinking about her own issues, her own discomfort, that she hadn’t given a thought to the impact of her behaviour on those around her. Maybe Luke had been genuinely concerned for her welfare.

As much as she hated to admit it, Simon’s engagement had totally thrown her. Instead of spending this weekend away loosening up and having some fun as Brooke had suggested, she was focussing on all the negatives of being away from the city. It wasn’t just the loss of a phone signal she was lamenting, it was her life as she’d known it. All her plans for happily-ever-after had gone out the window and now she had nothing.

It was ridiculous. Life had thrown her far worse curve balls than this and she’d always prided herself on facing adversity with strength and grace. No matter what she thought of Luke Tanner it certainly wasn’t his fault that her life had gone so spectacularly off course and she had no right to take it out on him.

‘You’re right,’ she said. ‘I should have been more considerate. My apologies. I have a lot on my mind right now and I guess I haven’t really been the most gracious guest. I hope you’ll forgive me.’

Luke was obviously surprised at her back down and, if she wasn’t mistaken, he seemed a little disappointed. Maybe she wasn’t the only one spoiling for a fight this weekend. Well, he’d have to look elsewhere, because from this moment on she was determined to make the most of her weekend escape from reality.

He gave a quick nod. ‘I need to get back to the shed to help with the shearing demonstration. Now that I know you’re safe, I’ll leave you to your work.’

‘Oh. Actually, I’m pretty much done now. Would it be okay if I joined you?’

He shrugged. ‘Sure.’ Without another word he turned and made his way back to the stairs.

Jenna scrambled to put her phone and her iPad back into her handbag before following him. He clearly was not in the mood to chat. She followed him from the shaded oasis of the homestead across the parched paddocks to a corrugated iron structure. Neither of them spoke.

Once inside the shed Jenna saw that the other women were gathered in a group. They formed a line of sorts against the rear wall. The three shearers stood on a raised platform, the sheep bleating in a pen behind. Jenna wrinkled her nose at the unfamiliar smell. Heat mixed with animal dung, perspiration and goodness-only-knows what else, to cause a unique stench. She covered her nose and mouth with her hand in an effort to keep the odour at bay. Of course Luke picked that second to turn her way.

He raised his eyebrows. ‘Over there,’ he said, pointing to the others. ‘Make sure you stay out of the way.’

Clearly all was not forgiven.

Helen Dawson was standing beside Brooke. She smiled and gestured for Jenna to join them, shuffling sideways a little to make room. ‘Hello, love, glad you could join us.’

A tingle of embarrassment swept up Jenna’s neck and across her cheeks. ‘Thank you. I’m sorry I missed the first part of the demonstration. I was delayed a little by a work phone call.’

‘Oh don’t you worry about that. You haven’t missed too much. The real action is just about to start. It’s Jenna isn’t it?’

Jenna nodded.

‘Brooke here has been telling me all about you and your job. She tells me you are the editor of Gloss. I’m so excited to meet you. It’s like having a celebrity in town.’

Jenna laughed. ‘You’re very kind, but I’m no celebrity.’

‘You are to me. I just love your magazine.’

‘Thank you.’ Jenna had to work hard to keep the surprise out of her voice. Middle-aged Helen, with her practical clothes and scrubbed-clean face, was not part of what the marketing people considered their “target demographic”.

Helen smiled broadly. ‘My daughter subscribes and I always read her copy when I’m babysitting my little grandson.’

Jenna slipped into editor mode for a moment. ‘What do you enjoy most about the magazine?’

‘I love the travel stories. I lived in England when I was a young teacher, before I was married. Did the whole backpacking thing through Europe.’ She laughed a little. ‘I suppose that’s somewhat clichéd these days, but back then I considered myself quite the adventurer.’

Jenna smiled encouragingly, hoping Helen would continue. She would never have predicted that a conversation with this ruddy-cheeked, plainly dressed woman would be so interesting. ‘That sounds wonderful.’

‘I’m sure you get to travel all the time for your job,’ Helen said.

Jenna nodded. ‘A little. But it’s nowhere near as exciting as backpacking through Europe. I’m usually only in the same place for a couple of days at a time and I rarely get to see much more than the inside of meeting rooms and hotels.’

Brooke leaned across and touched Jenna’s arm to get her attention over the din. ‘Enough of the shop talk already. Looks like the boys are getting ready to start. I’m pretty sure you don’t want to miss a second of this.’

Helen shook her head. ‘It’s my fault for distracting her. Watching the blokes shear a sheep is nothing out of the ordinary for me, but I can see how you girls would find it interesting.’ She nudged Jenna. ‘Especially when there are fine looking young men in the shed like our Luke over there.’

Jenna couldn’t quite believe what she was hearing. Was Helen suggesting that ogling a married man was perfectly acceptable? Poor Maggie Tanner. Didn’t anyone care about her feelings?

Jenna’s confusion must have been obvious because Helen gave a self-conscious laugh.

‘Is Luke not your type? I know he can come across as a bit stand-offish, but that’s just because, well…let’s just say he’s had a rough time of it lately, but he’s a good man underneath that reserved exterior. Not many men would do what he’s done for Maggie, that’s for sure.’

‘Oh?’

‘He really looks after her.’

Clearly Jenna had missed something because this conversation wasn’t making any sense. ‘Forgive me, Helen, if this sounds impertinent, but don’t most married couples look after each other?’

Helen’s brow creased in confusion for a moment, but then she began to laugh. ‘You think Luke and Maggie are husband and wife?’

Jenna nodded. ‘Yes, I assumed… Well, aren’t they?’

Helen shook her head. ‘I’m surprised no one mentioned it to you. I guess we’re all so used to knowing everything about everyone here…’

‘So are they related? Brother and sister?’

‘Maggie is Luke’s sister-in-law. She was married to his brother, Joe.’

‘Was married?’

Helen’s eyes dropped and her voice became quiet. ‘Joe died just before Maggie found out she was expecting. Luke stayed on at Tandarra to help her run the farm and to make sure she was okay.’

Jenna momentarily covered her mouth with one hand. Maggie was a widow.

And Luke wasn’t married.

She immediately chastised herself for the tiny speck of happiness that had surfaced at the realisation of Luke’s single status. A man was dead, for goodness sake. And Luke Tanner was not her type, single or otherwise.

‘That’s so sad…for both of them.’

‘Yes, it is. Maggie’s been a rock, though. I think the thought of the baby has helped her get by, but I reckon there are still some hard days ahead of her. Raising a little one as a single parent won’t be easy. That’s where she’s lucky she’s got Luke.’

Jenna nodded. Her respect for her host had gone up immeasurably in the past few moments.

‘Luke on the other hand, he’s the one I worry about.’

‘Why’s that?’

Helen shrugged. ‘He hasn’t been the same since the accident. He’s so busy focussing on Maggie and making sure she’s doing okay. He lost just as much as she did that day, in some ways more.’

Jenna wondered what she meant. Of course it would be dreadful to lose a sibling, but no more so than losing a husband, especially when that man was the father of your unborn child.

‘I don’t think he’s really sorted out his grief.’ Helen continued. ‘I guess it’s a bloke thing. You know what they’re like.’

Jenna smiled and nodded. She didn’t think Helen needed to hear about her lack of understanding of the male species.

Mal Dawson’s voice bellowed above the racket in the shed, putting an end to their conversation. ‘Ladies, we are about to make a start. He gestured to the timber platform behind him. ‘As you can see, we have three shearers here today, Cameron, Luke and Matt,’ he said. Each shearer tipped his hat at the audience as his name was called and was given a round of applause in response. ‘The boys here are going to make the demonstration a little more interesting for you by having a friendly competition.’

One of the women let out a loud whoop and the three shearers began to laugh.

‘Now bear in mind none of these men are professional shearers. Matt’s an engineer, Cameron’s a mechanic, and Luke here’s a…’ Mal faltered for a moment and cleared his throat. ‘Luke’s a Jack-of-all-trades.’ He glanced up at Luke who nodded. ‘They might not shear for a living but the boys all grew up on farms and know their way around a sheep.’

Some of the women began to giggle.

The blokes shook their heads in unison.

‘Get on with it, Dad,’ Matt shouted.

Mal grinned. ‘As I was saying, in a couple of weeks we’ll get the professionals in here to shear our flock and some of those blokes will shear one sheep approximately every two minutes or so. Of course we can’t expect this from these lads, but we do want to see which one of them can get a decent fleece off in the quickest time. First one to get a fleece off in good nick will be the winner.’

‘What’s the prize?’ Cameron asked.

Mal scratched his head. ‘I hadn’t really thought about that.’ A grin spread across his face. ‘I know. I reckon the winner scores a kiss from the girl of his choice. What d’you reckon, ladies? Will you be in it?’

A resounding cheer rose from the crowd.

‘That’s settled then. Now if you’ll bear with us for a minute we’ll get these boys ready to go.’ He nodded to Matt, who opened the pen and let the first ewe in. Cameron caught hold of her, flipped her on her back and dragged her to his station. Luke took the next one and Matt hauled the last sheep into place.

‘All right shearers, take your positions. Ladies, please join me in counting them down.’ Mal held up three fingers. ‘Three, two, one, go!’

All three men grabbed hold of the metal clippers hanging above them and got to work on removing the wool from their sheep’s belly.

Despite not being professionals they seemed to know what they were doing, expertly holding the sheep still between their feet as they manoeuvred the clippers over the animals’ bodies.

Jenna couldn’t take her eyes off Luke as he firmly but gently went about removing the wool from the sheep’s back. Before starting he had stripped off his shirt and now a close-fitting navy singlet rode up to reveal glimpses of his washboard stomach as he worked. His tanned body glistened with sweat as his quick, strong hands moved over the sheep. Jenna’s pulse quickened as an image of those hands caressing her body flashed through her mind.

Brooke was caught up in the excitement of the competition, clapping and cheering beside Jenna. ‘Go Luke,’ she yelled.

Suddenly Luke stopped and stood upright. The ewe was bare. He nudged the fleece forward with his foot and a young teenaged boy stepped forward to collect it. The boy shook the fleece out and laid it on a round metal table. Luke let go of the clippers and threw a fist in the air.

Jenna held her breath as Mal examined the fleece.

‘Ladies,’ he shouted above the noise. ‘We have our winner!’

Matt and Cameron were both now finished. The shearers released their sheep into a small pen while the young rouseabout took their fleeces. The losing competitors were quick to shake Luke’s hand and slap him on the back.

‘Luke, time to get your prize. Which of these lovely ladies will you choose to get a kiss from?’

Luke laughed and shook his head. ‘It’s too hard to choose, Mal.’

‘A deal’s a deal, son. Let’s not disappoint the ladies now.’

Luke nodded as his eyes scanned the crowd. ‘Alright then.’ He stood still for a moment, seeming to consider his options as the girls all called out to him, hoping to sway him their way.

Butterflies of nervous anticipation swirled in Jenna’s stomach, which was ridiculous. As if he would pick her. Luke Tanner had made it quite clear he thought she was a pain in the butt so she was probably last on his list. Nevertheless, he was striding towards her purposefully it seemed. His gaze was fixed on her, and with each step it seemed more and more likely that she was his chosen target. Her pulse thudded in her ears as Luke came to a halt almost directly in front of her.

‘Made your choice have you, Luke?’

Jenna held her breath as he answered.

‘Sure have, mate.’ He leaned in and planted a kiss on Helen’s cheek. ‘Thanks for the afternoon tea, Mrs D. It was top notch.’

Jenna was grateful for the resounding cheer from the crowd. Hopefully she was the only one to notice her involuntary gasp of disappointment.

Chapter 3

Luke stood on the veranda in the suit he had worn to Joe’s funeral, feeling like a fool. For some reason he’d let that woman get under his skin. God, he’d even contemplated kissing her this afternoon. She was clearly trouble — selfish and spoiled — so it was lucky he’d had the good sense to stop himself before any damage was done. Why was he always attracted to the dangerous ones?

It was too damned hot to be trussed up in this monkey suit but he’d promised Maggie he’d make an effort. Now he wondered if he’d made the right choice. What if the sight of him upset Maggie? Of course she would recognise the suit; it was the only one he owned. Hopefully she would be too busy to think about the last time she saw him in it.

Lots of the other blokes had driven to Mynyip and hired dinner suits especially for the occasion but he’d been too busy running Tandarra and helping organise the weekend to put any thought into what he might wear to the dance.

He pulled a clean white handkerchief out of his pocket and dabbed at the sweat on his forehead. What on earth could be taking those women so long? Whenever he and Maggie went into town for a bite to eat at the pub, she was ready in a flash. These two had been preening for hours and if they didn’t hurry the pre-ball match-ups would be over.

Brooke was the first to make an appearance. She teetered out onto the veranda, in spiky heels and a clingy red dress. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head elegantly.

‘Wow,’ he said. ‘You scrub up well.’

Brooke laughed. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment, shall I?’

Luke gave a sheepish grin. ‘Highest compliment a man can pay a lady.’

‘Why thank you, kind sir,’ Brooke said as she gave a little curtsy.

Jenna’s voice broke into the merriment. ‘What’s all this?’ she asked.

Luke turned and there she was.

Breathtaking.

Today, when he’d won the shearing contest his first thought had been of kissing her, but he’d stopped himself. Instinct told him that kissing Jenna would be like falling off a cliff — once he took that leap there would be no turning back. Seeing her now, looking dangerously beautiful, only served to reinforce that belief.

‘And what about this lass? How does she scrub up?’ Brooke asked.

Luke’s heart was pounding and he didn’t trust himself to speak. Luckily Brooke’s voice filled the silence and he had a moment to catch his breath.

‘Give us a spin, Jen,’ she said. ‘Let the gentleman see if you’re suitably scrubbed.’

Jenna obliged, giving a quick twirl. Silver fabric swirled around her legs, revealing a pair of strappy heels. The dress was backless, exposing enough skin to raise his pulse rate, but not so much as to be indiscreet. A band of silver sequins sat below her breasts, drawing Luke’s attention to her impressive cleavage. Jenna’s auburn curls were gathered into a loose knot at the nape of her neck but a few errant strands had escaped, which only served to enhance her goddess-like appearance. Luke had a sudden desire to pull the clasp from Jenna’s hair and watch her curls tumble down onto those deliciously bare shoulders. A vision of him placing a hand on her back, drawing her close and planting his mouth on hers danced in his imagination.

He averted his gaze.

‘Well?’ Jenna said as Luke reapplied the handkerchief to his brow.

‘Very nice,’ he managed, not daring to meet her eyes.

There was an awkward silence until Brooke came to his rescue.

‘Apparently that’s a high compliment out here in the country. I was told I had scrubbed up well.’

Luke smiled at Brooke, grateful for her efforts. ‘Let’s go, shall we? I’d hate you ladies to miss the match-up. You never know, the man of your dreams may be waiting.’

He helped the two women climb up into his four-wheel drive and they headed back into town. Brooke sat beside him chatting amiably as they bumped along the unsealed roads. Every so often he would catch a glimpse of Jenna in the rear vision mirror.

God, she’s beautiful. What if he was matched with her? His pulse quickened in anticipation.

He gave a small shake of his head as if to clear the thought from his mind. He had volunteered to be a bachelor for the town’s sake, well, for Maggie really. He wanted the weekend to be a success, but there was no room in his life for romance right now. The baby would be here soon and he owed it to Maggie, and to his brother, to be there for the two of them.

Suddenly a grey object flashed in front of the car. Instinctively, Luke slammed on the brakes, easing back when the car began to slide. They were sideways for what seemed like an eternity before he managed to gain control and pull over onto the road’s soft shoulder. His first thought was of Jenna. He swung around to look at her. ‘Are you okay?’

Jenna nodded.

He turned to Brooke, who was laughing. ‘Did you see that, Jen? It was a kangaroo. I can’t believe we just saw a real live Skippy.’

Jenna didn’t seem quite so amused. ‘Skippy nearly got us killed. I can live without any more wildlife encounters, thanks very much.’ Her words were light enough but the slight waver in her voice indicated her shock.

Brooke’s response was lost on Luke as an image of Joe laughing flashed before his eyes. The two of them were mucking around, ribbing each other as usual. They hadn’t noticed Dad’s distress, or the vehicle straying from the road. Not until it was too late…

‘Luke?’ Brooke’s voice shattered the memory. ‘Are you okay?’

‘Sure.’ He released his vice-like grip on the steering wheel and managed a smile. ‘Bloody roos. Nothing but a menace if you ask me.’

‘Oh, but they’re so cute,’ Brooke protested.

Luke glanced at his watch. They were now officially 10 minutes late. Maggie was going to have his head. ‘I think that’s enough wildlife spotting for one evening. Time to get you ladies to the ball.’

* * *

The main street was lined with four-wheel drives and utes. Jenna hadn’t noticed the community hall earlier but tonight, draped in fairy lights and with the strains of a string quartet emanating from within, it stood out like a beacon. Luke parked at the opposite end of the street. Jenna detected a sense of urgency as he hustled them out of the car and along the street. ‘What’s the hurry?’ she asked.

‘We’re late.’

‘Only 20 minutes or so. It’s no big deal.’ Jenna laughed a little. ‘In Melbourne we’d consider this being early.’

Luke frowned. ‘More like half an hour. Maggie will kill me. I’m supposed to help with the match-ups.’

‘I guess we’d better get ourselves inside then,’ Jenna said.

They were greeted by the buzz of excited chatter in the foyer. Jenna saw that many of the crowd were wearing lanyards with a heart-shaped number attached. The match-ups, she guessed. Her belly gave a little flip as she thought about being matched with Luke. She pictured their bodies meshed together as they moved on the dance floor. The thought of placing her cheek against that hard torso and dancing to the rhythm of his heartbeat made her own heart pound.

God, this was ridiculous. She had only known him for a few hours but she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She had never had such an intense attraction to a man in her life. Not only was he gorgeous, but according to Helen Dawson he was sweet and selfless as well.

Unfortunately, it seemed the attraction only went one way. Rather than beguiled by her, Luke seemed totally disinterested. In fact, he seemed to actively dislike her. Not that she could blame him after her brattish behaviour this afternoon. If only she could start the weekend over…

Oh for heaven’s sake! This schoolgirl crush had to end right now. This was the type of behaviour that had her mother finding herself in trouble time and time again. Had she learned nothing from this example? This sort of inappropriate attraction was the whole point of developing the checklist. When afflicted by lust, stick to the plan. Blind passion always ended in disaster. End. Of. Story.

Jenna and Brooke followed Luke as he wove his way through the crowd. Several locals stopped him to shake his hand or slap him on the back. Jenna noticed how he smiled generously at each of them, pausing to give them his full attention for a moment, despite his hurry to get to Maggie.

She felt their eyes on her, too. In a sea of black strapless dresses her silver gown stood out as a flamboyant mistake. Her designer outfit would be right at home at an awards night in Melbourne or Sydney, but here she felt conspicuous, ostentatious even. At least Brooke was wearing siren red, so she didn’t feel totally alone.

‘Everyone’s looking at us,’ she whispered to Brooke.

‘Of course they are, darling,’ Brooke said with absolute confidence. ‘We’re the belles of the ball.’

They found Maggie standing behind a trestle table, several lanyards draped over her arm. She came out from behind the table to greet Luke with an embrace. ‘I thought you’d chickened out,’ she said.

‘Sorry. We had a run-in with a roo,’ he said.

‘Oh my goodness, is everyone okay?’

‘Yeah, it was a near miss, that’s all. Now that I’m here what can I do to help?’

Maggie smiled at the three of them. ‘Nothing. You three are the last to collect your matches. Take one of these.’ She handed Jenna and Brooke a hot pink lanyard each and placed a blue one around Luke’s neck. ‘You need to find your partner in the room,’ she said. ‘They have the same number as you.’

Jenna quickly scanned Luke’s number before checking her own. Despite decreeing him an unsuitable match just moments before she couldn’t help but feel a stab of regret when she discovered he was not to be her date for the evening.

‘Seems we’ll have to look further afield to find our partners,’ Luke said, holding up his number.

Oh God. Was her disappointment that obvious? Jenna felt her cheeks begin to burn. ‘Yes, we’d better get to it. Don’t want to keep our dates in suspense any longer.’ She grabbed Brooke by the hand and started off across the room, silver fabric swishing around her feet.

The crowd in the foyer was thinning out as the newly formed couples made their way into the main hall. Jenna spied a dark haired, tuxedo-clad man heading towards them. His attention was focused on Brooke, and when he was close enough to see her number he smiled and held out his hand. ‘I believe you belong with me,’ he said.

Brooke took his hand and allowed herself to be led away. She turned back to blow Jenna a kiss before disappearing through the main hall entrance.

Jenna looked around. Her partner had to be around somewhere. Luke was nowhere in sight. He must have found his match and headed inside with the others. The foyer was rapidly emptying out so surely her other half wouldn’t be too hard to find. Jenna heard laughing behind her, loud guffaws obviously coming from a group of males. She turned to see a lanky, redheaded boy, who couldn’t have been more than 19. The laughter was coming from his mates, who had him surrounded. The others in the group all had pretty young girls on their arms. Something told Jenna these were local girls, not city imports like herself.

‘Stood up eh, Jacko? Can’t even get yerself a blind date,’ said the loudest of the group.

‘Ah, she probably checked out his freckle crop and decided to do a runner,’ another said, to the general amusement of the group.

Jenna rolled her eyes. Teenagers could be so cruel. She had spent her teenage years being an ugly duckling, a tall redhead when all the other girls were petite blondes. She wished there was something she could do to help the young man but she knew from experience that intervening would probably just give the group more ammunition.

‘Might as well give up, Jacko,’ the loud one continued. ‘She ain’t coming.’

Suddenly it dawned on Jenna, they were talking about her. This awkward, blushing teenager was her date for the evening. A smile settled on her face as she realised that she could do something to help young Jacko. All thoughts of Luke and the disappointment she had felt just moments earlier vanished as she thought about what she could achieve for her young partner. She decided to give Jacko’s mates something to talk about. She pulled herself up to her full height and thrust her chest out.

‘Excuse me,’ she said, in what she hoped was a soft, sexy voice, ‘can any of you tell me where I can find number 50? He’s my date for the evening.’

The group parted slightly and Jacko stepped forward. ‘I’m 50,’ he said, while the others sniggered and looked at Jenna.

‘Oh thank God you’re tall,’ she said, casting a disparaging eye over the other males in the group. ‘I was so worried I’d be paired with someone short.’ She reached out and took him by the hand. ‘Shall we go? I can’t wait to get inside and get the evening underway.’

Jacko loped along beside her, apparently rendered speechless. ‘Don’t look back,’ Jenna instructed. ‘Just act confident, even if you don’t feel that way.’ When they reached the ballroom, Jenna pulled him around to face her and took both his hands in hers. ‘I’m Jenna,’ she said. ‘What’s your name?’

‘I’m Jacko.’

Jenna laughed. ‘I mean your real name.’

‘Oh,’ he said, looking at his feet. ‘My name’s Jason, Jason Jackson, but everybody calls me Jacko.’

‘Nice to meet you, Jason,’ Jenna smiled at him. ‘It will be my pleasure to spend this evening with you as my date.’ His hands were clammy and his face had paled so that his freckles seemed even more prominent. Jenna knew she needed to be very gentle. ‘I guess you weren’t expecting your date to be an older woman.’

Jason blushed. ‘I don’t mind,’ he said.

‘I’m sure there are other girls you would rather spend your time with. But let me tell you something, Jason, a man who can win the heart of an older woman has a certain cachet that younger women find attractive.’

Colour flooded into Jason’s face, turning his cheeks beet red.

Jenna laughed. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not going to seduce you.’ She released his hands and hooked her arm through his. ‘Just think of me as your fairy Godmother, Jason Jackson. Now take me to the ball.’

Chapter 4

Luke handed his date a glass of champagne and tried to concentrate on what she was saying. Trish was pleasant enough and she was certainly pretty, so why couldn’t she hold his attention? She was prattling on about her job as a teacher, or was it a childcare worker? Her hands flitted about, sending little droplets of champagne into the air as she laboured her point. Luke smiled and tried to feign interest as his eyes scanned the room.

He could see Brooke, spinning around the dance floor in the arms of Rob Fraser, but Jenna was nowhere to be seen. He wondered who she was paired with. Please not Cameron Richards. The captain of Barlow’s cricket team was known for his charm and for his wandering hands.

Luke frowned. Why was he so worried? Jenna seemed perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Still, the thought of Cameron Richard’s hands sliding over Jenna’s bare skin made him queasy.

He forced himself to listen to Trish.

‘Of course, it’s not all fun,’ she was saying. ‘It’s heartbreaking when we lose one.’

‘I’m sorry?’ What sort of a teacher was this woman?

‘Despite the advances of modern medicine, some of the children do still die, you know.’

Oh bloody hell. She was a nurse, not a teacher. He could throttle Maggie for this. Surely she wouldn’t have teamed him with a nurse on purpose? Since the accident he hated any discussion about medical matters, full stop.

‘Shall we dance?’ he asked in the most charming voice he could summon.

Trish smiled as he took her hand and led her out onto the dance floor.

Luke was an accomplished dancer, thanks to his mother. When he was 17 she had insisted that he partner his cousin in the annual Barlow District Debutante Ball. ‘You’ll thank me one day,’ his mother had said. 14 years on Luke raised his eyes to the heavens in a silent gesture of thanks as he twirled Trish around to the strains of Cole Porter.

Now that the dancing had put an end to Trish’s chatter, Luke could concentrate on looking for Jenna without hurting his date’s feelings. It didn’t take long for him to spy her glittering gown. She was sitting at the bar, seemingly engrossed in conversation with…surely that wasn’t young Jason Jackson? He couldn’t be more than 19 years old and Jenna was looking at him like he was the most desirable man she had ever seen. Luke manoeuvred Trish closer to the bar so he could get a better look.

Yep, it was Jacko, and she was holding his hand. What on earth would a woman of the world like Jenna want with a kid like Jacko? She had to be seven or eight years his senior and it wasn’t as if he was the most mature kid around. ‘Let’s get a drink,’ Luke said, pulling Trish to a halt.

Trish’s smile faded, but she followed him to the bar in silence.

Jenna stood up as they approached. ‘Hello,’ she said. ‘Luke, have you met my new friend Jason?’

‘G’day, Jacko. Enjoying yourself, mate?’

Jason blushed. ‘I’m having a great time,’ he said.

Jenna held out a hand to Trish. ‘Jenna McLean,’ she said.

‘Pleased to meet you. I’m Trish Morris.’

‘Are you up from Melbourne for the weekend?’ Jenna asked.

‘Sydney, actually. A few of the girls that I work with were making the trip and I thought I’d tag along.’

‘Wow,’ Jenna said. ‘That’s quite a trip. Where do you work?’

‘I’m a paediatric nurse at — ’

Luke cut in before she could finish. ‘Hey Jacko, I’m sure Jenna would love to see your moves on the dance floor. Why don’t we all get out there and get this party moving?’ Surely once Jenna saw that Jacko was no more than an awkward teenager she’d leave him alone.

Jason squirmed in his seat. ‘I’m not much of a dancer,’ he said.

‘Neither am I,’ said Jenna gently. ‘But it’s a slow number. I’m sure we can fake it together.’ She smiled at Trish. ‘Lovely to meet you.’

With that she was gone. Luke stared at his feet for a moment, ashamed of his ill-mannered behaviour. He looked up to see Trish slumped on a bar stool, toying with her drink. He leaned over and clasped her hand. ‘I’m sorry, Trish. I haven’t been much of a date so far. It’s just that…’

‘You’d rather be with Jenna,’ Trish finished for him.

Luke winced. He was being an idiot and apparently not disguising it very well. ‘No, no it’s not that. I’m just a bit distracted tonight. I have a lot on my mind at the moment.’

Trish looked unconvinced.

‘Come on, I’ll introduce you to some of my friends. Let’s try and have some fun, hey?’

* * *

Jenna led Jason out to the middle of the dance floor and wrapped her arms around his neck. The lights had been dimmed and, to Jenna’s amusement, an 80s-style disco ball twirled above them. ‘Now gorgeous, who do you want to impress tonight?’

‘Huh?’

‘Well, there must be one of these local girls that you’d like to ask out.’

‘None of them would ever go out with a bloke like me.’

‘Why not?’

‘Because I’m tall and awkward and funny looking.’

Jenna stopped dancing and looked right at him. ‘You listen to me, Jason Jackson. Yes, you are tall. That’s a good thing! Awkward we can fix and you are not funny looking. You have gorgeous hair and beautiful green eyes. You are sweet, sensitive and kind. I can see that after spending just an hour with you. Any girl would be lucky to have you.’

Jason smiled properly for the first time that night, revealing a set of perfect teeth. ‘Do really think so?’

‘I know so. They need to get to know the real you, that’s all. Tonight we are going to put on a little performance. I want everyone here to see how desirable you really are. As part of that performance I might have to kiss you. I hope you don’t mind.’

Jason’s face broke into a grin, ‘Why would I mind?’

‘Because it’s just playacting, Jason. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea. I really like you, but I’m 27 years old. It just wouldn’t work between us.’

‘Geez, I don’t care about that. If anyone sees me kissing a girl like you I’ll become an overnight legend.’

‘Precisely,’ said Jenna.

They danced silently while Jenna surveyed the room. She was looking for the group Jason had been with in the foyer. Even if she couldn’t get him a date she wanted to bring him up a notch or two in the eyes of the local lads. There was a large group of young men sitting at a table near the bar. A couple of girls stood nearby looking bored. Jenna danced Jason in the direction of the bar until she was sure it was the foyer crowd. They were a rowdy lot and the boys seemed to be engaged in a type of drinking game. Jenna steered Jason as close to the table as she could and then began her act.

First she threw back her head and laughed, and then she leaned close to Jason and whispered in his ear. ‘Help me out here, Jason. Laugh a little, look like you are having a good time.’

Jason managed a grin and a small laugh. Jenna cast a glance towards his mates. Two or three were looking in their general direction, but the others were still caught up in their drinking game. This called for drastic action. Before she could think about it further, she placed her hands at the back of Jason’s head and drew him to her. She parted his lips with hers, and kissed him softly. He seemed to freeze momentarily, before kissing her back. Jenna hoped he remembered that this was just for show as she drew him in a little closer, tilting her head back for effect. She opened her eyes, just enough to check whether their act was drawing an audience. She needn’t have worried. It seemed their performance was a crowd pleaser. A number of people were looking, some even nudging their friends or pointing towards them. A little jolt of joy shot through Jenna when she realised that this might actually work. If Jason Jackson could get a date as a result of her kissing him then the whole weekend would be worthwhile.

She pulled away from Jason slowly, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. ‘Well, Lover Boy, looks like you’ve got yourself a reputation.’ She ran her fingers through his hair and whispered, ‘Now would be a good time to get me a soft drink. Take your time.’

Jason looked at her quizzically.

‘Go revel in your 15 minutes of fame. I’m going to powder my nose, so there’s no rush.’ She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned on her heel to find Luke’s steely gaze fixed upon her. She averted her eyes but could feel his stare following her as she walked towards the bathroom. What was his problem? Surely he didn’t care who she kissed. It wasn’t as if he’d shown any interest in her.

‘What are you playing at, Jenna?’ Luke’s voice was cold.

Jenna swung around, flabbergasted. ‘Excuse me?’

‘With Jacko, I mean. He must be nearly 10 years your junior.’

‘10 years! How old do you think I am? Anyway, what business is it of yours?’

‘I just don’t want to see the boy hurt.’

‘Jason Jackson is all grown up. I’m sure he is quite capable of making his own decisions. Besides it doesn’t seem to have done him any harm.’ She inclined her head towards the bar, where Jason was standing surrounded by his mates.

The hostility drained from Luke’s expression. Vindicated, she picked up her skirt and swished off to the ladies’ room.

* * *

Luke stood alone on the dance floor, feeling like a fool. Jenna was right, it was none of his business who she kissed and he couldn’t understand why he even cared so much. He watched as Jacko was given a good-natured ribbing from his mates. Jenna may not know much about life in the bush, but she obviously knew a thing or two about people. In one evening she had managed to transform a hayseed into a stud, or at least the beginnings of one. Maybe she did have a heart hidden beneath that hard shell of city sophistication.

Luke realised his own heart was thumping noticeably and he had to resist a sudden urge to run after her. God, what was wrong with him? He could not afford to let a woman like Jenna get under his skin.

Maggie came up behind him and slid her arm around his waist. ‘How’s your date going?’

Damn. He had forgotten all about Trish. ‘Um, I think she’s getting a drink.’

Maggie laughed and pointed to a table at the rear of the hall. ‘Luckily for you, she’s found her own entertainment.’

Luke squinted until he spotted Trish deep in conversation with Cameron Richards. He let out an audible sigh of relief.

‘Really, Luke, you could have made a bit more of an effort.’

‘I know, I know. Look I’ll make it up to her. I’ll scoot over in a minute with a glass of champagne, make sure everything’s okay.’

‘I’m sure you will, now that you know she’s not interested in you.’

Luke grinned. ‘She just wasn’t my type, Maggie.’

‘Oh I see. So none of these lovely ladies are to your liking, sir? Surely at least one of them takes your fancy?’

To his dismay Luke felt his face colour.

Maggie smiled delightedly. ‘So who is she, this woman who has captured your heart?’

‘Now you know none of them can hold a candle to you, Maggie,’ he said, forcing a smile.

She shook her head. ‘Don’t tell me then, but you know I’ll work it out.’

Luke decided silence was his safest bet and fortunately Maggie didn’t push any further.

‘I was looking for you to tell you I am heading off home. We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow and I’m exhausted,’ she said.

Luke creased his brow in concern. ‘Are you okay? Do you want me to drive you?’

‘No, no. I’m fine. I just wanted to make sure you would see Jenna and Brooke home safely.’

‘Sure.’ Luke looked at his feet.

‘That’s not going to cramp your style is it?’

‘Not at all. I’d be happy to do it.’

A knowing smile settled on Maggie’s face. ‘Good. I’ll be off then. See you in the morning.’

Hell, this was crazy. The mere mention of Jenna was making him twitch. Thank God Brooke would be in the car on the way home because there was no way he could trust his heart, or his hands, if he was left alone with Jenna.

* * *

Of course there was a queue. After two champagnes, Jenna actually did need to use the bathroom and it looked like she might have to wait a while. At least the break would give Jason a chance to ham it up a little with his friends and maybe Luke would cool down if she was out of the picture for a while. He obviously didn’t approve of her little stunt with Jason, but that couldn’t be helped. The smile on Jason’s face as he walked towards the bar was worth every ounce of Luke’s disapproval.

‘Psst come with me,’ a voice whispered in her ear. She turned to find Brooke grinning behind her.

‘I need to use the bathroom,’ Jenna laughed. ‘Can you wait a few minutes?’

‘No, you need to come now,’ Brooke said. ‘Come on!’ she grabbed Jenna by the hand.

‘Where are you taking me?’

‘Somewhere you won’t have to queue,’ Brooke said as she led Jenna outside and around the back of the hall. A tall, dark-haired man in a tuxedo greeted them with a key.

‘Jenna, this is my date, Rob.’

‘Pleased to meet you, Rob,’ Jenna said, ‘but why the clandestine meeting? Is there a reason we’re all standing here outside in the dark?’

‘Rob has the key to the outside facilities.’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘The toilets, Jenna. Rob is president of the cricket club so apparently he has the key to all the clubhouse’s facilities.’

‘Oh Rob, I think I love you,’ Jenna enthused.

Rob smiled, handed her the keys and gestured to the toilet block. ‘Be my guest,’ he said.

Brooke followed Jenna into the washroom. ‘What do you think?’

‘This is fantastic! We would have had to wait for ages inside.’

‘No, silly. What do you think about Rob?’

‘I don’t know, Brooke. I only met him for a moment. He certainly has come in handy though.’

‘Oh, Jenna, he’s gorgeous, and such a sweetheart.’

Jenna smiled warmly. ‘I’m really pleased that you’re having such a good time.’

‘He wants to take me to the lookout, just outside the town. He says the town looks beautiful from up there at night.’

‘You can’t be serious. You’re not going to go off alone with a man you have only known for a couple of hours?’

Brooke laughed. ‘Don’t be so paranoid, Jenna. He’s a gentleman. It’s not like I picked him up in a King Street night club.’

‘But — ’

‘Don’t worry. I just checked him out with Maggie. She gave me her approval.’

‘Oh…well, I guess Maggie would know. Still…’

‘I’ll be fine, Jen. Honestly, I know what I’m doing.’

Jenna smiled and gave Brooke a quick hug. ‘Have fun then and I guess I’ll see you in the morning.’

‘So you’ll be fine on your own?’

‘Yes, go on. Enjoy yourself!’

Brooke kissed her quickly and headed off into the night. Jenna decided she had better head back inside and chase up Jason. He was probably wondering where she had gone.

Inside the lights were dim and the band had picked up the pace. On the dance floor the elegant coupling of the early evening had given way to a thrashing horde. Once her eyes adjusted to the light Jenna searched the bar area for Jason but he was nowhere to be seen.

‘Lost your partner, eh?’ Luke’s voice sounded somewhat conciliatory.

‘Seems that way.’

‘Looks like your little act worked.’ Luke pointed to the middle of the dance floor, where Jason was dancing with a pretty young woman.

‘All I did was give him some confidence.’

‘It was very sweet of you.’

Jenna looked up to see if he was being sarcastic, but there was no sign of mockery on his face. Obviously she was forgiven. ‘Thank you,’ she said.

‘I’d ask you to dance but this music is not really my scene.’

Jenna laughed. ‘Just an old-fashioned kinda guy, huh?’

‘Yep.’

‘What does your date think about that?’

‘Oh, she’s found other sources of amusement.’ He inclined his head towards the dance floor once more.

Jenna saw Trish in the embrace of another man. ‘I see.’

‘I haven’t seen Brooke around. I take it she’s enjoying herself.’

‘Very much so. She’s headed off to see the local sights with the president of your cricket club.’

‘Rob?’ Luke seemed to sense Jenna’s concern. ‘Don’t worry yourself about Rob. He’s a good bloke and he knows how to treat a lady.’

‘I hope so.’

Luke smiled. ‘So it’s just you and me then.’

‘Huh?’

‘Brooke’s off gallivanting and Maggie left a little while ago. Guess you’re stuck with me for the ride home.’

Jenna’s stomach somersaulted. ‘I can think of worse things,’ she said in what she hoped was a suitably casual tone.

‘Shall we have one for the road then?’

Jenna nodded her agreement. Luke gave a formal bow and then offered her his arm. Together they made their way to the bar.

* * *

As Jenna sipped her wine Luke noticed her hard shell melting away. The air of city sophistication, which she wore like a suit of armour, was just a ruse. Beneath it laid real warmth and, once she relaxed, Luke discovered Jenna was surprisingly easy to talk to. He realised what a relief it was to have a real conversation with someone — someone who knew nothing about him, who didn’t think of him as poor Luke, broken Luke, never-be-the-same-again Luke.

Jenna had no idea about who he was, or what he had done, and being with her was like being on vacation. Luke knew it couldn’t last, but it was fun basking in the sunlight for a while.

Jenna’s infectious laugh drew his attention. ‘What are you laughing at?’

‘Check out Jason.’

Luke followed her gaze to the middle of the dance floor. Jacko was doing his best John Travolta impression, to the delight of a number of female onlookers.

‘You’ve created a monster there.’

‘Mmm. I seem to have that effect on men.’

Luke raised an eyebrow but she dismissed his unspoken question with a wave of her hand.

‘Long story,’ she said. She sipped her drink. ‘What about you? I was surprised to find you amongst the bachelor group.’

Luke shrugged. ‘I guess I don’t have much to offer. I’m so busy running Tandarra I have no time for dating.’ He looked away and said quietly, ‘And I made a promise to Joe, my brother, to look after Maggie and the baby.’

Jenna nodded silently and placed her hand gently on his arm. She seemed to understand that he didn’t want to talk about it further. ‘Have you always worked on the farm?’ she asked.

Luke laughed. ‘No, Tandarra was Joe’s love not mine. My father always hoped I’d help run the property, but I had other ideas. I guess Dad finally got his wish.’ Luke stared sombrely into his drink for a moment. If only he’d listened to his father. Medicine wasn’t for the likes of him, a boy from the bush. He wasn’t good enough, or smart enough; he just didn’t have the ticker for it. Now the evidence of that would haunt him forever.

He looked up to see Jenna watching him intently, her brow creased in concern. He forced a smile. ‘I had no idea what I was doing when I took over six months ago.’

‘I assumed you’d always lived here.’

‘Tandarra’s always been home, but I went to boarding school in Geelong and then to university in Melbourne.’

‘What did you study?’

For a second he contemplated telling her the truth, but that would mean telling her everything and he wasn’t ready to see the inevitable look of pity in her eyes. He settled for a half-truth. ‘I’ve got a science degree,’ he said and screwed up his face. ‘Boring, nerdy stuff. You don’t want to know.’

Jenna smiled. ‘I wouldn’t understand anyway. I’m a total idiot when it comes to science. I majored in English.’

‘Ah, the enemy,’ Luke said in mock horror.

Jenna threw back her head and laughed again. Her auburn curls fell away to reveal her alabaster throat, which Luke had the sudden urge to lay his lips on.

There was a break in the pounding music for a moment, while the band made an announcement regarding the following day’s events. The night was drawing to a close. His time with Jenna would soon be over. When the band struck up its final number — a slow one, thank goodness — Luke couldn’t resist the opportunity to take her in his arms. ‘Shall we dance?’

‘I thought you’d never ask.’

Luke took her small, perfectly manicured hand in his and led her out onto the floor. He drew her close and began to move in time with the music. She smelled like honey, sweet and delicious. He closed his eyes just for a second and thought about what might have been.

If only he had met Jenna in Melbourne, before…before he screwed up his life and the lives of everyone he had ever loved.

Chapter 5

Jenna hoped Luke couldn’t feel her heart pounding against his chest. The proximity of his lean, muscular body as he expertly danced her around the floor had sent her head into a spin. Luke was not what she expected. Far from a slow-witted farmer, he was intelligent, articulate and funny.

And he could dance.

Maybe he wouldn’t be so out of place at a black-tie event after all. She indulged herself for a moment and imagined what it would be like to have Luke on her arm as she walked down the red carpet to another shallow A-list event. It would be wonderful to have someone to joke and laugh with, someone who didn’t take the whole thing seriously.

With Simon it had all been about image. When she complained about not seeing him at all at the Gloss Christmas party, he had used work as an excuse. ‘Networking, my love, networking. That’s what these things are all about.’

It seemed Simon had networked himself into a new relationship.

Luke was different. He exuded honesty and integrity and right this minute he was making her feel like she was the only woman alive. Jenna pressed her body closer to his, wishing that the song would never end. She looked up to find Luke gazing down at her with dreamy eyes. He bent his head down towards her, his intent obvious. Oh God, he was going to kiss her!

Jenna’s heart thudded. She held her breath as Luke came closer, his breath mingling with her own. She closed her eyes in anticipation but as she did the music stopped.

The moment was broken.

Luke stepped back from her as the hall lights came back to full strength. He cleared his throat awkwardly. ‘I have a few jobs to take care of for Maggie before we leave. I hope you don’t mind waiting a minute or two.’

Jenna shook her head. ‘I probably should find Jason and bid him goodnight.’

Luke nodded slightly. ‘I’ll be back soon.’

Jenna was left to contemplate what had almost happened. Was he really intending to kiss her or was it just wishful thinking on her part? It was crazy. She knew that they had no future together, that their worlds were just too far apart. But, damn it, she wanted to be kissed by him. Maybe Brooke had been right after all. Maybe what she needed was a fling, some harmless adult fun. Perhaps a weekend with Luke was just what she needed to rid herself of Simon forever.

She looked around the hall at all the other couples, many entwined in passionate embraces. The dreamy atmosphere had produced instant romances, but Jenna knew that most of them would not last beyond the weekend. She wished she could be so carefree, but she had always been sensible where love was concerned. She was not one to give in to feelings of heady passion. She had her mother to thank for that.

Jenna chose her lovers carefully. An absent father, two stepfathers and countless “special friends” of her mother had taught her the danger of relying on wild-eyed passion to select a partner. Love needed foundations, something solid to build on.

She had thought Simon was the perfect man. He’d checked every box on her list. They had everything in common: work, friends, the same taste in music. And he had totally swept her off her feet. She had actually felt smug about finding the perfect man just at the right time. She was 26 when they met and she had planned on marrying him before her next birthday. She was thrilled when Simon presented her with an engagement ring on Valentine’s Day.

Now, here she was, 27 and alone. Lonely, if the truth was known. Simon’s rejection had upset more than her perfect life plan. He’d made her feel unattractive, undesirable…

Unlovable.

To hell with being careful. If ever there was a time to throw caution to the wind it was now. Luke Tanner liked her, she was sure of it. He was probably waiting for her to give him some type of signal. Brooke was always telling her that she gave off negative vibes to guys. Well, not this time.

What possible harm could come from a weekend fling? Normally casual interludes were not her thing. It was too risky, too messy. Melbourne might be a big city but her world was surprisingly small; the same people at the same parties, only the venues changed. All actions had a consequence and she was never willing to risk her position or her reputation on a one-night stand. But Barlow may as well be a million miles away from Melbourne it was so far removed from her world.

Carpe Diem, Jenna. Seize the day!

She smiled in delicious anticipation of the days ahead. A few days of devouring Luke Tanner might be just what she needed.

* * *

Luke managed to get outside the hall with only a few nods and waves to locals, which was fortunate, as he did not trust himself to speak. He made his way behind the building and leant up against its rear wall. He took a deep breath and tried to collect his thoughts.

He had almost done the unthinkable in there. What was he doing, trying to kiss her like that? No good could come of such folly, not for either of them. Jenna was warm, intelligent and breathtakingly beautiful. A city girl. Not the sort to get involved with.

The last thing he wanted was to add Jenna to the list of people he had failed.

* * *

Much of the journey back to Tandarra was spent in silence. Jenna decided that Luke must have been overcome with the romantic atmosphere at the ball, because he was definitely not in the kissing mood now. In fact the closer they got to the homestead, the more distant and morose he became. He answered all her attempts at conversation with monosyllables.

She inwardly scolded herself for caring so much. Had she totally misjudged his intentions back at the dance? Surely she wasn’t that hopeless at reading men?

When they reached the peak of the hill where Tandarra first came into sight Jenna could take it no more.

‘Luke, is there something wrong? I mean, have I done something to offend you?’

‘No, of course not. What would make you think that?’

‘You’ve gone all quiet on me. I thought we were getting along well.’

‘We were. We are.’

Jenna took a deep breath and decided to be honest. ‘I thought we had a moment, back there at the ball.’

Luke glanced at her, went to say something and then stopped. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and turned the ignition off.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.’

‘You didn’t. I really enjoyed spending this evening with you. I thought the feeling was mutual.’

‘It was. Jenna…’

It seemed an age before he spoke again and Jenna had the feeling he was choosing his words very carefully.

‘Jenna, I like you. I’m very attracted to you, but I just can’t do this. You don’t want me in your life, believe me.’

‘Not even for a weekend?’ She hoped her voice was suitably alluring.

He shook his head. ‘I don’t think so. I can’t get involved with anyone right now. Let’s not complicate things.’

‘It doesn’t have to be complicated.’

‘I’m not a good person, Jenna.’ The pain in his voice was palpable.

Jenna couldn’t resist the urge to touch him, to comfort him. She laid her hand on his. ‘I know that’s not true.’

Luke was silent, but he didn’t move his hand away.

‘I can tell that you are a very warm and loving person,’ she said, looking straight into his eyes.

He looked at her tenderly. ‘Jenna, you’re very sweet, but you don’t know me.’

Four glasses of champagne had warmed her blood and loosened her normally tight rein on her emotions. Stuff being sensible. Here was a red-blooded man who was attracted to her. The fact that he was completely unsuitable for her as a long-term partner somehow made him even more attractive. Brooke was right. There was something to be said for one-night stands.

She reached over and placed her hand on his face. Her pulse raced but her voice was steady. ‘I know that I’ve never been attracted to another man the way I am to you.’

And then his mouth was on hers. He parted her lips softly, tenderly at first, and then, as she responded, his kisses became more urgent. The sound of her heartbeat drowned out all other sound. A knot of warmth formed low in her belly and began to spread throughout her and she longed to be closer to him, to feel his bare skin against her own. She was shocked at the strength of her desire.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.

Luke pulled away sharply. ‘I’m sorry. I can’t do this. I just can’t.’

‘Luke — ’

‘I need to get you home. I don’t want Maggie worrying about us.’ He sat upright and buckled his seatbelt before turning the key in the ignition.

Jenna silently slid her own belt back on and stared out into the starlit night. It seemed she was cursed where men were concerned. She couldn’t even to manage to throw herself at one properly.

Chapter 6

Jenna was woken by a soft tapping on her bedroom door.

‘Jen, wake up,’ Brooke said, as she burst into the room. ‘Come on, sleepy head, we’ve got a recovery barbeque to attend in less than an hour.’

Jenna groaned. The events of last night had left her confused and unsettled. She had spent most of the night tossing and turning, wondering what was wrong with her and cursing herself for giving in to blind passion. She had been stupid to go against her own instincts.

Now she was exhausted and had a headache. But much worse than that, once she left this room she would have to face him.

‘How did your night end up?’ Brooke asked as she pulled the covers back from Jenna’s bed.

‘Fine,’ Jenna said. ‘What about yours?’ With a bit of luck Brooke would take the bait and change the subject.

‘It was fantastic. Rob took me up to the lookout. The town looks gorgeous from up there.’

‘So it was strictly a sight-seeing venture?’

‘Guess that depends on your definition of sight-seeing,’ Brooke said, with a mischievous grin. ‘I was looking at a mighty fine sight right there in the car.’

Jenna laughed. ‘I take it your date went well.’

‘Yeah, Rob’s great. We got on like a house on fire. I can’t wait to see him again this morning. Which is why, lazy-bones, you need to get out of bed and get ready. Maggie’s made a pot of tea if you want some sustenance before we go.’

‘Okay, I’ll be out soon.’

‘Not so fast, sunshine. You didn’t answer my question. How was your night?’ Brooke looked at Jenna expectantly.

‘I told you. It was fine.’

‘Don’t think you’re getting off that easily. I know the gorgeous Luke brought you home. I thought I sensed some sparks between you two. Am I right?’

Jenna sighed. ‘I have no idea what’s going on. There’s definitely some chemistry there, I’ll admit that much.’

Brooke smiled. ‘That’s great, Jen. Just what you need, a bit of sizzle in your life.’

‘Don’t get too excited. Nothing’s going to come of it.’

‘How do you know?’

‘We kissed last night. He seemed interested at first, but then he pulled away like I had burnt him. He said he couldn’t do it. Obviously, I repelled him in some way.’

Brooke frowned. ‘That’s strange.’

‘Maybe I’m repulsive to men.’

‘Don’t be ridiculous. He must have a reason. Maybe he has had his heart broken, or maybe he’s seeing someone else and didn’t want to do the wrong thing by them.’

Jenna shrugged. ‘I don’t think it’s another woman. Everyone in town seems to have him pegged as Barlow’s most eligible bachelor.’

Brooke leaned over and squeezed her hand. ‘Well, he’s an idiot then. It’s the only explanation. Never mind, there are plenty more fish in the sea, or cowboys in town, to be precise.’

Jenna smiled despite her melancholy mood. ‘At least this trip has been a success for one of us. I’m glad you found Rob.’

‘Oh, he’s just a bit of fun. Still, I can’t wait to see him today so we’d better get a move on.’

Brooke bounded off and left her to get ready for a day she did not want to face. First there was the recovery barbeque, which was being held at the cricket ground. Afterwards the visitors were invited to watch the Barlow first eleven play nearby Curlewis. Normally Jenna enjoyed watching a game of cricket, but today she could think of nothing worse.

Reluctantly she headed for the shower.

* * *

The morning sun streamed through the windscreen of Luke’s black four-wheel drive as they all headed into town. ‘Looks like it’s going to be another scorcher,’ said Maggie.

‘I can’t believe how hot it is already,’ said Brooke. ‘I mean it’s not even eight o’clock yet.’

‘The weather bureau predicted it would get to 40 degrees today,’ Maggie replied. ‘That must be some type of record for November, surely?’

Luke was grateful for the mindless chatter. While Brooke and Maggie prattled on about the weather nobody seemed to notice his silence. Or Jenna’s.

He longed to be alone with her. He desperately wanted to explain the abrupt end to their evening. The look of pain on her face when he recoiled from their embrace had haunted his dreams and as a consequence he had not slept well. Today she was carefully avoiding his gaze, smiling, pretending that nothing had happened. But when he looked in the rear vision mirror a moment ago, they had locked eyes, just for a second. The hurt in her eyes made him ashamed. The last thing he wanted was to cause Jenna grief, but already he had made her unhappy.

* * *

By ten o’clock the barbeque had taken on a party-like atmosphere. Most of the visitors and their hosts had managed to drag themselves out of bed to attend. Jenna was grateful for the high turnout. Avoiding Luke should be easy in this crowd. He was the day’s head chef and due to the Total Fire Ban, the barbeques had been swapped for electric hotplates set up inside the cricket pavilion. There would be no need for the two of them to cross paths.

Brooke brought Rob over to meet her properly. A large Labrador trotted beside him. Jenna eyed the dog suspiciously. ‘Does it bite?’

Rob laughed. ‘No, but she might lick you to death.’

‘Has Brooke told you about her little dog?’ Jenna asked.

Rob grinned. ‘Yes she did mention him.’

‘Once she starts talking about Dougal she’s hard to shut up,’ Jenna said. ‘I have to admit, he’s pretty cute — for a dog. I’m more of a cat person myself.’

Rob smiled indulgently at Brooke. ‘I think I’ve found the perfect woman,’ he said. ‘A dog lover who barracks for Collingwood. What more could a man ask for?’

The morning passed more pleasantly than Jenna had imagined it would. Rob introduced her to his friend, Charlotte, a journalist at the Curlewis Times. Charlotte’s black and white polka dot skirt teamed with a fine wool halter neck top and expensive pumps set her apart from the other local girls. She lowered her oversized Dior sunglasses with one hand and offered the other hand to Jenna. ‘Pleased to meet you,’ she said. ‘Now what brings a big time magazine editor like yourself to our humble town?’

Jenna blushed, surprised that she had been recognised. ‘I’m just a simple girl at heart,’ she replied.

Charlotte eyed Jenna’s Gucci sandals. ‘So I see. A girl after my own heart.’

Charlotte entertained Jenna for the bulk of the morning with her hilarious tales of life as a country journalist. Jenna almost wept with laughter at Charlotte’s anecdote about researching a story on the artificial insemination of cows. ‘Let’s just say it was a hands-on experience,’ Charlotte said and gave a throaty laugh.

Jenna was so engrossed in their conversation she didn’t notice that Luke had come up behind her.

‘I hope you’re not corrupting our guests, Lottie,’ he said.

Jenna’s heart sank as she heard his voice. She had hoped that he would avoid her and that last night’s events could be pushed to the back of her mind.

‘Just trying to impress the big city editor with tales of my brilliant reporting,’ Charlotte said.

Jenna smiled. ‘It worked. I am impressed. Charlotte, let me give you my card.’ She fumbled in her hot pink Prada handbag. ‘If you ever feel like submitting a piece to Gloss then let me know. We’re always on the lookout for a fresh voice.’

‘Wow, thanks. You’ll definitely be hearing from me.’ Charlotte’s eyes flitted to Luke and then back to Jenna. ‘I guess I should share you around, Jenna. I’ve already monopolised enough of your time.’

‘Not at all,’ Jenna replied. Please don’t go.

But Charlotte was already backing away with a wave.

‘How has your morning been?’ Luke asked, with no hint of emotion in his voice.

‘Lovely,’ Jenna replied, forcing a smile. ‘I’ve met lots of interesting people.’ She saw a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

‘Anyone in particular?’

Jenna considered whether she should try to make him jealous. Rob Fraser had introduced her to several handsome, young farmers and she wondered how Luke would feel if she started gushing about one of them. It would serve him right. He deserved to be punished, but it wasn’t in her nature to play games.

‘Charlotte, for a start.’

‘Oh yes,’ he smiled. ‘Our Lottie is one out of the box.’ Luke hesitated for a moment, like there was something he wanted to say but couldn’t. The memory of the passionate kiss they had shared hung in the air between them.

God, was he going to say something about what had happened? Jenna sucked her breath in sharply, in terrified anticipation.

Eventually he asked, ‘Are you staying for the cricket match?’

Jenna let out a relieved laugh. ‘I don’t have much choice really, seeing as you are my ride home.’

‘I think some of the visitors are heading for the pub since it’s such a hot day.’

‘I’m sure Brooke will want to watch Rob in action, so we’ll stay here. There’s plenty of shade, so I think we’ll be fine.’

‘The team will be pleased to have some new supporters.’ He looked into her eyes. ‘I’m glad you’re staying.’

Jenna could feel herself blushing and she lowered her eyes. ‘I’ve always been a cricket fan,’ she managed to mumble.

‘Right,’ he said. ‘Well, I’d better go and get changed.’

* * *

Jenna and Brooke settled themselves in a shady position under an ancient gum tree and prepared for a lazy afternoon of watching cricket. Maggie had thoughtfully packed them a picnic rug and a small cooler full of drinks, so they were quite comfortable despite the searing heat. Barlow won the toss and headed in to bat first. Rob was the opening batsman.

‘This is pleasant,’ Brooke said, her gaze firmly fixed on Rob.

Jenna laughed. ‘I hope he has a long innings, otherwise I’m afraid you’ll be bored.’

‘I guess we can always retire to the pub if things get grim,’ Brooke replied.

But Rob turned out to have quite a talent with the bat and was sitting on a score of 70 when the match stopped for lunch.

‘Are you coming to congratulate Rob on his performance?’ Brooke asked.

Jenna shook her head. ‘You go. I’m quite comfy here.’

Brooke raised her eyebrows. ‘You can’t avoid Luke for the whole weekend, you know.’

Jenna grinned. ‘I can try. Now go and see your man.’

As Brooke walked off Maggie appeared with a container of fresh sandwiches. She set them down on the picnic rug and then lowered herself down beside them. ‘I’ll never be able to get up from here,’ she joked.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll give you a hand,’ Jenna said. ‘It’s the least I can do after the way you have looked after us. We should be waiting on you in your condition.’

Maggie shook her head. ‘I enjoy taking care of others. It helps keep me busy. Besides, it’s just part of life in a country town. Everyone helps out wherever they can. That’s one of the things I love about living in a small community.’

Jenna thought about her community or lack of one. She very occasionally nodded at her neighbours if she saw one of them in the elevator of her apartment building. She knew the guy in the coffee house on the corner by name. Ted (or was it Ned?) always had her skinny latte waiting to go right on seven thirty each morning.

‘Do you work, Maggie?’ she asked.

‘I used to teach before…’ she hesitated for a moment, ‘before I was pregnant. Lately I’ve helped Luke run Tandarra. It’s been a steep learning curve for both of us.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Neither of us knew anything about the business of running a farm. Joe and his dad took care of the property until…’

Jenna looked up at Maggie’s face and saw her pained expression. She put her hand on Maggie’s arm and gave it a sympathetic squeeze. ‘So, you lost both of them at once?’

‘Yes. To lose one of them would have been bad enough, but for both Joe and his dad to be killed in the crash was just unimaginable.’ She smiled bravely and patted her large belly. ‘But life goes on you know. Running Tandarra has been a comfort of sorts.’

Jenna smiled silently. She didn’t know what to say. She tried to imagine herself in Maggie’s position, pregnant and alone, selflessly carrying on her husband’s legacy. Obviously Maggie was made of tougher stuff than she was. Living out here, working from dawn to dusk was Jenna’s idea of a nightmare.

The players were taking the field again and Brooke hurried back to take her place under the shade of the gum tree.

‘How are you enjoying yourself, Brooke?’ Maggie asked.

‘I’m having the time of my life,’ Brooke replied. ‘I can see why you love living out here. It’s such a pity we have to leave tomorrow. Don’t you agree, Jenna?’

‘Hmmm,’ Jenna replied. Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.

* * *

Rob was clean bowled with the first ball of the new over. He made his way back to the stand and took a seat next to Luke.

‘Great innings, mate. You certainly know how to impress the ladies,’ Luke said.

Rob laughed. ‘Thanks. Speaking of ladies, what’s your house guest like?’

‘Brooke? I think you know her better than I do,’ Luke said. He gave Rob a good-natured slap on the shoulder.

Rob grinned. ‘Yeah, she’s a great girl. I like her a lot. But I didn’t mean Brooke. I’m talking about Jenna.’

Luke hesitated. Why did Rob want to know about Jenna? Was his interest in Brooke platonic? It certainly hadn’t looked that way last night.

‘Why do you ask?’

‘I dunno. Brooke said…’

‘What?’

‘She said she thought Jenna had the hots for you.’

‘Jenna said that?’

‘Oh mate, I don’t know. Probably not in so many words.’

Luke tried his hardest to appear nonchalant. ‘We danced. Her date was otherwise engaged and it seemed the polite thing to do.’

‘Ah, so you were just being chivalrous. Nothing more?’ Rob laughed. ‘Come off it, mate.’

Luke was silent. He knew anything he said would just confirm Rob’s suspicions.

‘Y’know, Luke, it’s okay to like a woman. It’s not a crime to be happy.’

‘I’m perfectly happy,’ Luke said.

‘Whatever you reckon, mate.’

Luke stood up. ‘I’d better go pad up. I’m next in to bat and the way Johnno’s going I could be heading out any minute.’

* * *

When Luke took his place at the crease Jenna’s interest in the game suddenly heightened. Cricket whites would not be her first choice in men’s apparel but she had to admit Luke managed to make the uniform look sexy. The white short-sleeved shirt showed off his tanned, muscular biceps and even the loose fitting white trousers couldn’t conceal his athletic body. Her pulse quickened in anticipation as he faced his first ball. He swung the bat capably and scored two runs immediately. Jenna’s heart swelled with pride. No matter what happened now at least he would be spared the humiliation of leaving the field scoreless. She inwardly chastised herself for being so attached to him, but was the first to her feet to applaud when he hit a six the very next ball.

Brooke laughed. ‘You’ve sparked up, Jen. Developed a sudden interest in the game?’

Jenna tried to conceal her embarrassment at being caught out in front of Maggie. ‘I think it’s important to support the local team.’

Maggie smiled. ‘I’m sure your support is appreciated, Jenna.’

Jenna tried to take her attention away from Luke and join in with Maggie and Brooke, but she found her eyes and her thoughts drifting back to his athletic form. She couldn’t get last night’s kiss out of her mind. Just the thought of his lips on hers brought on a powerful physical reaction within her. As she remembered his touch, first gentle and then more urgent, her skin began to tingle and her stomach filled with butterflies.

Physical attraction had never been an important feature of Jenna’s relationships. She had dated many attractive and desirable men and had enjoyed very pleasant physical relationships with all of them, but overall she believed it was far more important to have common interests and shared values.

What did she have in common with Luke Tanner? Their worlds couldn’t be further apart. He lived here, in the middle of nowhere, ran a sheep farm and played cricket on the weekends. She lived in a two-bedroom apartment in the heart of Melbourne, worked at one of the nation’s most popular women’s magazines and worked on weekends, even when she was socialising. What sort of a relationship could they ever have? It seemed her body didn’t care they were polar opposites, though. It was acting of its own accord.

Jenna watched as Luke slammed another ball towards the boundary, much to the crowd’s delight. The four runs took his score to 50. She applauded along with everyone else. Luke looked across at her, smiled and lifted his bat in acknowledgement. Her stomach flipped and her legs went to jelly. It was crazy, the overwhelming desire she had for this man. Just a small gesture from him and she had turned to putty. But the truth was undeniable — she wanted him badly. She wanted to be enveloped in those strong arms, to run the palms of her hands over that hard torso. She closed her eyes for a second and pictured him undressing her, caressing her skin as he went. Warmth spread throughout her body and she felt herself blushing at the intensity of her desire.

The roar of the crowd brought Jenna back from her fantasy. Luke was caught out. As he made his way back to the stand, Jenna sighed and decided that the less she saw of Luke the better. He was bringing out a side of her that she was not entirely comfortable with.

Luke Tanner made her feel totally and utterly out of control.

Chapter 7

Jenna sipped her iced tea and looked out at the shimmering view from Tandarra’s wide veranda. She had hoped to slip off to her room as soon as they’d returned to the homestead but Maggie had gently persuaded her to partake of afternoon tea. Luckily conversation with Luke was not as strained as she had feared, largely thanks to the presence of Rob, who had joined them after the game.

‘Thirsty work out there on the field today,’ Rob said, as he twisted the top off a stubby.

‘Yeah, I haven’t cooled down yet,’ Luke agreed.

‘How about we take a run out to Sinclair’s Hole,’ Rob said.

‘That’s a great idea. How about it, ladies? Feel like a swim?’

Jenna felt a sense of panic rising up in her. A vision of Luke’s wet, half-naked body flashed before her eyes. No, swimming with him was definitely not a good idea. ‘I’m not really in the mood for swimming,’ she said.

Brooke looked at her with pleading eyes. ‘Come on, Jen. It’ll be fun. Imagine how refreshed you’ll feel after a swim.’

‘Sinclair’s Hole is very pretty,’ Maggie said. ‘It would be a shame to miss it.’

‘I’m sure you’d enjoy yourself, Jenna,’ Luke said.

‘Come on, Jenna. Don’t be a spoilsport,’ said Rob.

‘Pleeease,’ implored Brooke.

Oh for heaven’s sake. They were not going to let up. It would be easier just to go and get it over with. She was a grown woman. She would actually love to have a swim. Why should she let a little infatuation stop her? She would just control her emotions around Luke. How hard could that be? Self-control was her specialty.

‘OK,’ she said. ‘Just give me a minute to change.’

* * *

Sinclair’s Hole was a 10 minute drive north of Tandarra, along a seldom used track. Luke found himself seated in the backseat of Rob’s twin cab ute, next to Jenna. Brooke had climbed into the front with Rob. He tried to concentrate on the scenery outside the car but his eyes and his thoughts kept wandering back to Jenna. How could a bloke be expected to keep his eyes off her when she looked like that? He could see the outline of her hot pink bikini under her sheer black cover-up. Even her feet were sexy, painted pink toenails poking out of metallic pink thongs. Why on earth had he encouraged her to come? Sitting next to her like this, knowing he couldn’t touch her, was torture.

Brooke’s voice broke into his thoughts. ‘It’s a shame Maggie decided not to come.’

‘I think this weekend has been more tiring than she expected. She hasn’t slowed down at all during the pregnancy, but now she’s almost eight months along I think she really needs her rest,’ said Luke.

‘Do you think she’s alright?’ Jenna asked, with genuine concern in her voice.

Luke smiled at her. ‘She’ll be fine after a couple of hours sleep. I know she doesn’t want to miss the bush dance tonight.’

‘What exactly is a bush dance?’ Brooke asked.

Rob laughed. ‘Don’t tell me you two have never been to a bush dance?’

‘I confess, this is our first time,’ Brooke said.

‘Well, you’re in for a treat. Barlow puts on a pretty mean bush dance, even if I do say so myself.’ Rob said. ‘There will be some great local bands and a spit roast dinner.’

‘So eating and dancing are the order of the night?’ Jenna said.

‘Yep. Barlow has a bush dance once every few months. It’s a good way for the locals to get together and socialise. People come from all the outlying areas,’ said Rob. He pulled the truck to a stop. ‘Here we are, people.’

Luke jumped out of the truck and ran around to open Jenna’s door. She seemed taken aback when he offered her his hand but she took it and stepped carefully down from her seat. Her hand was soft and small in his. Luke had the urge to draw her close, but she pulled her hand away as soon as her feet touched the ground. ‘Thank you, but I’m fine now,’ she said. He nodded and allowed her to pass.

‘Wow, this place is really beautiful,’ Brooke said. She pointed to the dark, flowing water. ‘Are you sure it’s safe to swim here?’

‘The current’s quite weak here,’ said Rob, ‘but the water is deep. Are you strong swimmers?’

‘Jenna is, but I’m more of a paddler than a swimmer,’ said Brooke.

‘There’s a shallower spot upstream,’ said Rob. ‘We can’t get the ute down that far but we can easily walk there from here, if you’re interested.’

‘Great,’ said Brooke.

‘Are you guys up for a walk?’ asked Rob.

Luke got the distinct impression that Rob would rather they didn’t tag along. He shook his head. ‘Nah, I want a proper swim, so I think I’ll stay here.’

‘What about you, Jenna?’ said Brooke.

Jenna hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. ‘I think I’d rather cool off in the deep water,’ she said. She appeared to have received the message that three would be a crowd.

Rob took Brooke by the hand. ‘Come on then, Brooke. Let me show you the countryside.’

So now it was just the two of them. Luke watched Jenna as she sat down on her towel and pulled a bottle of sunscreen from her bag. When she began to rub the lotion along those shapely legs he could bear it no more. Luke ripped off his T-shirt and walked to the edge of the bank. He took a deep breath and launched himself into the cool, dark water.

* * *

Jenna sat on the bank and watched Luke’s tanned body slide effortlessly into the water. His entrance barely caused a splash. Jenna held her breath until he surfaced again. He swam over to the other bank and back several times before he looked in her direction again.

‘Come on in,’ he called. ‘The water’s really nice.’

‘In a minute,’ she replied, stalling for time. The water looked so inviting and so did Luke. What was going on with him? One minute he was all over her and the next he was pushing her away. Right now he was looking at her like she was the most desirable woman on earth. She shook her head. Maybe she was imagining this. Maybe her desire for him had created illusions in her head.

Jenna sighed. Part of her wanted to abandon herself to this wild desire she had for Luke, but she knew it was not the smart thing to do. Clearly, there was something going on with him. One-night stands were not supposed to come with complications.

‘Don’t make me come up there and get you,’ Luke called.

There was no getting around it. She would have to get in the water with him. ‘Coming,’ she said. She slipped her caftan up over her head, feeling very self-conscious. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked to the river’s edge and dipped her toe in. The water was freezing.

‘Don’t be such a wuss,’ said Luke.

Jenna smiled and dived into the water in response.

When she surfaced Luke was grinning at her. ‘I take it back,’ he said. ‘Definitely not a wuss.’

Jenna tried to keep her teeth from chattering.

Luke laughed. ‘The water’s fine once you get used to it. You just need to keep moving.’

Jenna swam a few strokes and then rolled onto her back. The water was certainly refreshing. She looked up at the sky, clear and blue through the treetops. It was so peaceful here, so relaxing. Almost as good as a day spa. She closed her eyes for a moment and allowed the gentle current to take her downstream. When she had drifted for a minute or so, she turned around and swam back upstream towards Luke.

‘You’re right,’ she said. ‘The water is lovely once you get used to it.’

‘Are you up for a little fun?’ he asked.

‘What do you mean?’

‘See that big gum on the other bank?’

Jenna nodded.

‘If you look closely you’ll see a ladder of sorts.’

Jenna squinted until she saw a series of planks nailed into the side of the tree. ‘Yeah, I see it.’

‘Do you see the rope?’

Jenna’s eyes followed the planks up the trunk to a fork in the tree. There she saw a little wooden platform, and dangling just above from a higher branch was a thick rope. ‘Wow,’ she said.

‘Dad helped Joe and I build that platform when we were kids.’ A grin spread over Luke’s face. ‘Are you game?’

Jenna returned his smile. ‘Are you daring me?’

‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘I am.’

They swam together to the far side of the river and clambered up onto the bank. Jenna raced towards the tree but Luke was faster and got there first.

‘What happened to ladies before gentlemen?’ she asked.

‘Not this time,’ he replied, serious for a moment. ‘I need to get up there and check the rope is safe before we use it.’

‘I’m right behind you,’ she called as he started up the tree.

Up on the platform, Luke grabbed hold of the rope and gave it a sharp tug. Jenna watched as he carefully inspected it for damage. ‘Looks fine to me,’ he said as she scrambled up onto the platform. ‘But I guess I should give it one last test before I let you risk life and limb.’ He grabbed hold of the rope with both hands and stood at the edge of the platform. Luke let out a giant whoop as he swung out over the water. Jenna laughed and applauded as he dropped into the river.

He came up grinning. ‘Come on. Your turn.’

Jenna’s hands felt clammy as she stretched out and grabbed the rope. She could feel the adrenalin pumping through her body. From the safety of the ground this had seemed like a good idea but now she was not so sure. From here the river appeared to be a long way down. She hadn’t done anything like this since she was a kid.

‘Chicken!’ called Luke.

She stood on the edge of the platform, closed her eyes and pushed off.

As she swung out over the river her heart soared. She squealed with joy.

‘Woo hoo,’ Luke called as she plummeted into the water.

She came up laughing. ‘That was so much fun. Let’s do it again.’

Luke swam up beside her and smiled. He reached out and touched her hair. She looked up at him from under her tangled curls.

‘Twig,’ he said, as he pulled some debris from her hair.

‘Oh.’

His hand went back to her head but this time he drew her close and pressed his lips to hers.

Jenna pulled away. She was not setting herself up for another rejection. Last night had been humiliating enough. ‘I thought you couldn’t do this.’

Luke looked deep into her eyes. ‘I don’t know what to say. This can’t go anywhere. You understand that? No matter how attracted I am to you, this can never be more than a weekend fling. I don’t have anything to offer you, Jenna, but I can tell you this: right now, this minute, I feel something I haven’t felt for a long time.’

‘What’s that?’ she asked.

‘Happy.’

This time Jenna kissed him. There in the cool waters of the Curlewis River her reservations evaporated. The passion she had tried so hard to quell came pouring out. She ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer as they kissed. His hands caressed her and their bodies slid under the water, entwined.

They surfaced breathless and laughing. Jenna slithered away from him and swam towards the far bank. ‘I want to jump again,’ she said.

Luke laughed. ‘I’ll be right here waiting,’ he said.

Jenna climbed the tree and grabbed hold of the rope. She swung out over the river squealing and giggling before dropping back into the deep water below. Luke swam up beside her and planted a quick kiss on her mouth. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he said.

Jenna’s heart swelled. How could this man who was so wrong for her, so different to her, make her feel so complete? She knew they didn’t have a future but maybe she should just go with her heart and be happy right now. Feeling wanted for one weekend was better than not at all.

She placed her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. ‘Thank you,’ she said.

* * *

Luke could feel Jenna shivering beneath his hands. He gently moved her towards the bank. ‘Come on, let’s warm you up,’ he said. He clasped her hand and pulled her up out of the water. The bank was now in full shade and, despite the heat, Luke could see the goose bumps on Jenna’s skin. He picked up her towel and wrapped it around her shoulders, drawing her into his arms at the same time.

Somewhere at the back of his mind he knew that none of this was a good idea, but when he was near her, he was driven by a force more powerful than common sense. Her soft, wet skin felt like velvet and he couldn’t resist the urge to lay his lips upon it. He kissed the smooth skin of her throat, slowly working his way up to her mouth. A small sound escaped her lips and she quivered in his arms. ‘Are you still cold?’ he asked.

‘Not at all,’ she said with a smile. And when she kissed him back he knew she was telling the truth.

He cradled her head and pulled her closer, kissing her more insistently, and she responded with equal ardour. His free hand moved over her body, his fingers slowly trailing up her stomach until they reached her breast.

He shut down the voice in his head telling him to stop before they both got hurt. If he was honest with himself he’d known that this was what he wanted from the second he’d laid eyes on her. He was drawn to her, driven by a force he seemed powerless to control. And it seemed that Jenna felt the same way. Whatever this was — lust, passion, a monumental mistake — it was unstoppable.

He cupped her breast gently and moved his lips from her mouth and back to her neck. He felt the sharp intake of her breath as her nipple hardened, rising to press the wet fabric of her bikini top against his palm.

‘Luke, stop.’

Damn it. He’d pushed her too far. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Can you hear that noise?’

He lifted his head and listened. ‘Probably just kids skylarking.’

The yelling became louder and more insistent. Luke forced himself to pull away from Jenna. ‘Do you think — ’

Jenna nodded. ‘It sounds like Rob.’

Luke jumped up and pulled his T-shirt over his head. ‘I’m going to see if I can find them,’ he said.

Jenna slid her feet into her thongs and picked up her caftan. ‘I’ll come with you.’

Luke looked at her footwear. ‘It might be better if you stayed here,’ he said.

More yelling sounds came from the distance.

‘If one of them is injured, you might need my help,’ she said.

She was right. An extra pair of hands never went astray. ‘Okay, but be careful walking in those shoes. We don’t need you to get hurt.’

Jenna nodded and slipped the caftan over her head.

‘Follow me,’ Luke said, and he headed off towards the sound of the voices.

There was a well-defined track along the river’s edge, which Luke surmised was the route Rob and Brooke would have taken. He moved as quickly as he could without leaving Jenna behind, although he had to admit she was keeping pace pretty well, especially as they were going uphill. The bank was getting progressively steeper and the bush thicker the further they went along the track.

‘Stop for a minute,’ Luke said, when they heard Rob’s voice again. He sounded nearby.

‘Rob?’ Luke called.

‘Down here, mate,’ came the reply.

Luke looked down towards the water. Through the scrub he could just see Rob crouching down. Brooke appeared to be lying on the ground.

‘What’s happened?’ Luke shouted.

‘Brooke’s taken a tumble and hurt her ankle. I need your help to get her back to the truck.’

‘Righto. I’ll be down in a minute.’ He turned to Jenna. ‘Go back to the ute and grab anything that might be useful.’

‘Like what?’

‘Towels, rope, anything that can help make a splint. If her ankle’s broken she won’t be able to put any weight on it at all. I’m not sure how hard it will be to get her up the slope but we don’t want to do any extra damage to her ankle in the process.’

Jenna nodded. ‘I’ll be as quick as I can.’ She hesitated for a moment. ‘Luke?’

‘Yes?’

‘It surely can’t be that bad? I mean she’ll be okay won’t she?’

He could hear the concern in her voice and it touched him. His natural instinct was to comfort her, but experience had taught him not to make promises he couldn’t keep. ‘I hope so. Just hurry back with whatever you can find.’

Luke started down the steep embankment, wishing he’d had the sense to bring his work boots with him. He was relieved not to have Jenna behind him. He wasn’t ready to answer questions about his medical knowledge and surely she would notice that he knew more than your average farmer. What the hell was he doing? His desire had caused him to launch into something he knew he wasn’t ready for. He wanted to keep his distance, to go back to being comfortably numb, like he was before he met her. But the moment he kissed her the floodgates to his heart had opened.

Thank God she was going back to Melbourne tomorrow. The last thing he needed was to turn his, or Maggie’s, world upside down.

He reached the pebbly river’s edge and crouched down near Brooke. All thoughts of Jenna vanished from his mind as he assessed the situation. ‘How did you end up like this?’ he asked.

Brooke’s face was white but she managed a smile. ‘I slipped on the wet rocks, klutz that I am.’

Luke smiled reassuringly as he looked her over. ‘Where does it hurt?’ he asked.

‘My ankle mainly. My hip’s a bit sore too.’

‘Did you hit your head at all when you fell?’

Brooke shook her head.

‘Good. Let’s have a look at this ankle.’ He turned his attention to her foot.

Brooke winced in pain as he touched her.

‘Good thing you didn’t move her,’ he said to Rob. ‘Looks like it could be broken.’

‘I’m sorry,’ said Brooke. ‘I’ve ruined everyone’s day.’

‘Don’t be silly,’ said Luke. ‘We’ll have you out of here in no time.’

* * *

Jenna scanned the interior of Rob’s ute for anything that might be useful. She gathered up a length of rope, a bottle of water, some painkillers she found in the glove box and a newspaper that was on the floor of the back seat. Maybe they could roll the newspaper up and use it as a splint? She spied a large toolbox in the back of the truck. She tried to lift it, but it wouldn’t budge. She tried opening the lid but it was locked. Damn!

They would have to make do with the things she could carry. She bundled up the few bits and pieces she had into her towel and hurried back along the track, hoping that Brooke’s injuries weren’t too serious.

Luke seemed to know what to do and had impressed her with the way he had taken charge of the situation. He was obviously used to being in control. Maybe they were more alike than she had first imagined.

Her heart raced and her breathing was laboured as she hurried along the overgrown track back to the others. It was tough going but she knew it was more than the physical exercise causing her heart to pound. The thought of Luke’s touch, of what had happened in the river, was causing an adrenalin surge. When she pictured his wet hands caressing her slowly, his lips gently kissing her all over, it caused a reaction she’d never felt before. It was a mix of elation, nervous anticipation and an absolute desperate desire for those hands to be on her again as soon as possible.

She heard voices coming from below and realised that she was close to the spot where Brooke had fallen.

‘Luke,’ she called. ‘I’m back.’

He scrambled up the bank towards her. ‘What did you get?’

Jenna handed him the bundle.

‘Great. The newspaper will make a good splint. We just need something to secure it with.’ He tossed the other items aside. ‘Best not give her anything to drink in case she needs surgery.’

‘Do you really think it’s that serious?’

‘It’s hard to tell without an x-ray. Her whole lower leg is tender so there might be a broken bone there, or it could be just bruising.’

Jenna nodded, impressed with Luke’s knowledge of first aid. Obviously that sort of thing was important to know if you lived out here.

‘Wait here. I’ll splint the leg as best I can and then Rob and I can carry her up.’ Luke took off his T-shirt and started ripping it into strips.

As she looked at his bare chest, an image of their bodies entwined on the riverbank flashed through her mind. Stop it. This was definitely not the time to be thinking about her desire to be back in Luke’s arms. She tried to focus on the task at hand. ‘What’s that for?’ she asked.

‘To secure the splint. Stay here. We’ll have her up in no time.’ Luke set off down the embankment again.

From up on the road it was hard to tell what was happening. Jenna caught glimpses of Luke and Rob bent over Brooke and after some time she saw Brooke’s body being lifted. Rob appeared to have her under the arms, while Luke supported her legs. Progress up the slope was painstakingly slow and Jenna began to feel anxious.

Finally they made it safely to the road. Jenna rushed to Brooke’s side. ‘Are you okay?’

‘I’ve been better,’ Brooke said, but she managed a smile.

‘Spread the towel out, Jenna. We’ll let Brooke rest for a minute before we head back to the ute,’ Luke said.

‘You mean give yourself a rest,’ joked Brooke, as the two men set her down on the towel.

Luke grinned. ‘Good thing you’re only a lightweight, or we’d be in real trouble.’

‘We can’t carry her like that all the way back to the ute,’ said Rob. ‘It’ll be too uncomfortable for her.’

‘No,’ said Luke. ‘She can wrap her arms around our shoulders and we’ll support her that way. The splint is pretty secure so her leg should be fine.’

‘It’s a pity it’s so far away,’ said Rob.

Luke looked at Jenna. ‘You could go get the truck. It won’t get far along this track but even a couple of hundred metres would help. The closer you can get the better.’

‘But…’

‘You can drive, can’t you?’

‘Of course I can drive.’ So long as it’s an automatic transmission.

‘Well?’

‘Where are the keys?’

‘The keys are in the ignition,’ Rob said.

Jenna shook her head. No one she knew would ever leave their car unlocked, let alone the keys in the ignition. She turned and headed back down the track once more. What were the odds of Rob’s old truck being automatic? Pretty slim she thought. Last time she’d driven a manual was the day she passed her driver’s test, almost 10 years ago now.

When the ute came into sight she crossed her fingers. Please be an auto.

She climbed up into the driver’s seat and cursed. No such luck. She clenched her teeth in determination. How hard could this be? Thousands of people drove these types of vehicles everyday, why not her? It wasn’t as if she was stupid.

She turned the ignition and released the handbrake. So far so good. She put her foot on the clutch and slid the gear stick into first and then slowly released the clutch while pushing on the accelerator. The ute stalled. Damn.

It took three more false starts and some bunny hopping before she managed to propel the vehicle forward. Too scared to change out of first gear, she nudged the truck along until the track was too narrow and overgrown to continue.

Beads of perspiration trickled down her face as she opened the door and swung herself down. So much for the swim cooling her off. Hot and dirty, she made her way back up the now too familiar track.

Luke’s face was sporting a large grin when she caught up with them. ‘Have a bit of trouble getting the ute started?’ he asked.

‘No,’ she said.

‘Sounded that way from here.’

Jenna felt her face colour. ‘I’m not used to driving trucks,’ she said.

Luke and Rob laughed. ‘Don’t worry. At least you managed to bring it up a bit further,’ Luke said.

‘I’m not sure how much further I can go,’ said Brooke. Her face was now twisted in pain.

‘The ute’s not far,’ Jenna said.

‘Thank God,’ said Brooke.

They walked the final length of the track in silence.

When they finally reached the ute Brooke kissed the bonnet. ‘I never thought I’d be so happy to see such an old rust bucket,’ she said.

Rob and Luke helped her into the front passenger seat, which Rob had pushed as far back as possible. ‘Try to keep your leg still,’ Luke said as he propped the toolbox and a towel under Brooke’s foot.

Jenna had to sit in the middle of the backseat because Brooke’s seat was pushed back so far. Luke climbed in next to her. Her skin tingled as his bare skin grazed hers.

He reached down and took her hand.

Jenna felt a lump welling in her throat. She hadn’t held hands with a boy since high school.

‘I’ll drop you two off at Tandarra on the way to the hospital,’ said Rob.

‘No, I want to come,’ said Jenna.

‘The nearest hospital is nearly an hour away,’ said Rob.

‘I don’t care,’ Jenna replied.

‘Jen, I don’t want both of us to miss the bush dance. I’ll be fine. I’ll have Rob with me.’

‘But…’

‘We have to go to Tandarra anyway. Maggie will be wondering where we’ve got to,’ Luke said.

Jenna shook her head. ‘Brooke, I really think I should come with you.’

But Brooke was insistent. ‘If you miss the dance because of me it will be adding insult to injury and I mean that quite literally. Please, Jen, go and have some fun.’

‘Well…if you insist.’

Brooke turned her head and managed a smile. ‘I do.’

Luke squeezed her hand. ‘Besides, I’m not going to the dance without you.’

Chapter 8

Jenna watched Rob drive off with a twinge of guilt. She should have insisted on going to the hospital. It was totally selfish of her, she knew that, but she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend one last perfect night with Luke. He made her feel so alive and desirable. Simon had never made her feel that way, not even when their relationship was new. So what if nothing more could come of her time with Luke? She would have the memory of one magical night and that was better than nothing.

‘You two had better get cleaned up quick smart if you want to make it to the dance,’ said Maggie.

‘Won’t take me long,’ said Luke.

‘Good, because I want to leave in half an hour,’ said Maggie.

‘But I have to have a shower, do my hair and my makeup,’ said Jenna, alarmed. She normally allowed at least two hours to get ready for any event.

‘You’d better hop to it then, Miss Jimmy Shoes,’ said Luke.

Jenna hurried off, frowning. She hadn’t even decided on what she would wear yet.

Back in her room, Jenna scattered the contents of her suitcase on the bed. What did one wear to a bush dance for heaven’s sake? If Brooke was here at least she would have someone to bounce ideas off. Maggie didn’t really seem the type to be too fussed about fashion and Luke would just laugh if she asked him.

She decided on an emerald green halter neck dress that fell just below the knee. Silk was probably too dressy for a bush dance, but it was the most casual thing she had brought aside from shorts and swimwear. She pulled out her taupe wedge sandals and a pair of silver hoop earrings. That would have to do.

After an express shower she applied the barest of makeup, threw her outfit on and pulled her hair into a loose ponytail. A slash of pink lipstick and she was ready to go. All done in only 35 minutes; that must be some kind of record.

She went out to meet the others feeling quite pleased with her effort. Luke was pacing on the veranda and Maggie was already in the car. ‘At last,’ Luke said.

‘I went as fast as I could,’ Jenna replied, a tad annoyed that he did not appreciate her effort.

Luke’s face softened. ‘You’re here now and that’s what counts. Let’s go into town and have some fun.’

Jenna smiled as she followed him to the car. She was really looking forward to spending the evening together. She pictured the two of them dancing cheek to cheek as they had last night. Only this time there would be no doubt about Luke’s desire to be with her.

When they arrived in town Jenna was surprised to see the cricket ground totally transformed. A stage, comprised of two flatbed trucks, sat in the middle of the oval. In front of the stage sat a large wooden dance floor. Lanterns and fairy lights had been strung up everywhere and the oval was dotted with hay bales.

‘Wow,’ said Jenna. ‘How did this happen?’

Maggie laughed. ‘The Barlow Social Committee is a well-oiled machine,’ she said.

‘So says its leader,’ said Luke.

‘I can’t take credit for tonight’s event,’ said Maggie. ‘I didn’t do anything to help.’

‘No, only organised the whole thing,’ said Luke.

Jenna turned to look at Maggie. ‘You certainly have been busy.’

‘Tonight was a cinch. Barlow holds bush dances regularly so we just super-sized our normal organisation. Pretty much everyone in town helped in some way.’

Luke pulled the car to a stop. ‘Here we are, ladies. Jenna, welcome to your first Barlow Bush Dance.’

Jenna’s heart skipped a beat as Luke opened her door and offered his hand. She placed her hand in his and smiled. Being treated like a princess wasn’t so bad after all. Luke returned her smile as she alighted, nodding his head in a slight bow before releasing her hand to assist Maggie. The three of them walked side by side towards the middle of the oval.

Jenna soon discovered her wedge heels were not the most practical shoes to be wearing to an outdoor event. She wobbled along, struggling to keep up with Luke and Maggie.

‘Are you okay there, Miss Jimmy Shoes?’ Luke asked.

‘I’d be fine if you’d stop calling me ridiculous names,’ Jenna said.

Luke flashed her a cheeky grin and Jenna shook her head in mock exasperation. She looked around at the gathering crowd and decided her dress was a definite mistake. Everyone else was dressed simply. Most of the other city girls wore modest cotton frocks and the local girls were dressed in jeans and singlet tops. Jenna felt like a Christmas tree in her outfit.

‘Pull up a hay bale and I’ll go grab us a drink,’ said Luke.

Jenna looked at the hay bales and screwed up her nose. ‘I’ll stand,’ she said.

Luke shrugged. ‘Suit yourself. What do you want to drink?’

‘Some bubbly would be nice.’

‘Beer, white wine or soft drink, I’m afraid,’ said Luke.

‘Oh. White wine then.’

Maggie settled herself on a hay bale. ‘I’ll have lemonade.’

‘Okay. I’ll be right back.’

Luke wandered off into the crowd while Jenna shifted from foot to foot.

Maggie patted the hay bale. ‘Come and sit down, Jenna.’

‘I’d love to, but I don’t want to ruin my dress.’

Maggie pulled a shawl out of her basket. ‘You can use this for now. Spread it out and sit on it.’

‘I couldn’t do that. It might get soiled.’

‘I don’t care. I’d rather you be comfortable.’

Jenna smiled and accepted the shawl. ‘Thank you.’

Maggie returned her smile. ‘How are you finding country life, Jenna?’

‘Very different,’ Jenna said.

Maggie laughed. ‘I guess it is at first, but you get used to it.’

‘I’m not sure I could ever get used to it,’ Jenna replied.

Maggie’s smile faltered slightly and Jenna realised she was being rude.

‘Of course it’s lovely and peaceful out here,’ she ventured in an attempt to redeem herself. ‘Sinclair’s Hole is just gorgeous.’

‘Yes it is, but rural life is not for everyone.’

‘It’s a lovely place to visit,’ said Jenna with a warm smile.

Luke returned with the drinks. Jenna eyed the plastic tumbler and sighed inwardly. Not a good start to her magical, romantic evening.

Luke frowned. ‘Would you rather a beer?’

Jenna felt colour rising in her cheeks. He had obviously noticed her disapproval. ‘No, the wine is fine.’ She took the tumbler from him and sipped. The wine was sweet and warm. Jenna willed herself to swallow and smile. ‘Lovely,’ she lied.

‘I’m going to check that the band has everything they need. We need to get the music happening,’ Luke said.

Jenna went to get up. ‘I’ll come with you.’

‘Nah, you stay here and keep Maggie company. I won’t be long.’

‘Sure.’ Jenna tried to cover her disappointment by taking another sip of wine, which caused her to wince. If only Brooke was here so she had someone to share her misery with.

Two of the local women approached Maggie to give her an update on some gossip involving the possible sale of the local pub. Everyone was polite and tried to include her in the conversation, but Jenna found it difficult to join in.

Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for entertainment. Most of the other newcomers seemed to be fitting in perfectly. Everywhere she looked there were girls laughing and chatting, throwing back glasses of cheap wine, looking like they belonged.

A flash of magenta tulle caught her eye. Another hapless misfit perhaps? She squinted to get a closer look and realised it was Charlotte. Jenna excused herself from the group and went in search of a kindred spirit.

Charlotte embraced her and air-kissed each of Jenna’s cheeks. ‘Thank goodness you’re here. You’ve saved me from being totally bored.’

Jenna laughed. ‘If it’s so tedious why did you come?’

Charlotte held up a camera. ‘I’m working,’ she said. ‘Besides, nothing much ever happens in Barlow. When there’s an event like this, everyone comes. Any social activity, no matter how mundane, is better than none.’

Jenna tried to imagine a life where a bush dance was the pinnacle of her social calendar. She laughed at the thought.

Charlotte held the camera up and snapped a shot of Jenna. ‘Fashion on the field,’ she quipped.

Jenna looked deflated. ‘Will that be going in with a title of Most Inappropriately Dressed?’

‘I think I’m the winner of that title,’ Charlotte said, ‘but I guess everyone expects that from me by now. They’d be disappointed if I turned up in jeans and a T-shirt.’

‘Hi, Lottie. Off to the ballet?’ called a male passer-by.

‘See?’ she said.

‘Everyone calls you Lottie. Do you prefer that to Charlotte?’

Charlotte rolled her eyes. ‘God no. It’s my childhood nickname and I hate it.’

‘Why don’t you say something?’

Charlotte shrugged. ‘Believe me I’ve tried, but no one takes me seriously.’

‘Have you always lived here?’

‘Pretty much. I grew up here, but I moved to Melbourne when I was 18 to go to university. After uni I got a job on a suburban newspaper, but I had to come home last year to nurse my mum.’

‘I’m sorry to hear that. Is she well now?’

Charlotte looked at her feet. ‘She died last winter.’

Jenna reached out and touched Charlotte’s arm. ‘I’m very sorry to hear that.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Will you go back to Melbourne?’

‘Eventually I’ll leave here I guess. But it’s been a great comfort to be home, surrounded by friends, while I’ve been grieving these past few months. The thing about living in a small town like this is everyone knows you and everyone cares. I didn’t cook for a month after Mum died but my refrigerator was filled with meals. I didn’t spend one evening alone either. I think they had a “Sit with Lottie” roster.’ She laughed and then looked up, her face serious again. ‘My head might be in Melbourne, but my heart will always be in Barlow.’

Jenna nodded. She tried to think of anyone, apart from Brooke, who would do the same for her. She had plenty of friends in Melbourne, but did any of them really care?

‘Looks like the band is about to come on,’ said Charlotte. ‘I guess I’d better go snap some shots. Do you want to come?’

Jenna looked back at Maggie, happily chatting with her friends. ‘Sure,’ she said. ‘Why not?’

She turned to follow Charlotte to the stage but was stopped in her tracks by a large ruddy-cheeked man staggering towards her. She stepped sideways to avoid him but her evasive action came too late. The collision left her wearing a sizeable beer stain down the front of her favourite dress. Could this night get any worse?

* * *

Backstage, in a tent behind the trucks, Luke was greeted warmly by the members of The Fleece. ‘Hey, Luke. Are you going to play with us tonight?’ asked Jake, the band’s lead singer.

Luke shook his head. ‘You guys don’t want me up there. I’d just be in the way.’

‘Don’t be stupid,’ Jake said. ‘It’ll be like old times. We still do a lot of the old songs. You can slot right in.’

Luke thought about Jenna looking up at him from the crowd. It would be nice to play for her. ‘Maybe I could join you for a couple of numbers then.’

‘Great.’ Jake slapped him on the back. ‘Did you bring your guitar?’

Luke shook his head.

‘No worries, we’ll sort something out. I think Dave has a spare in the van. I’ll go find out.’

Luke felt the familiar pre-show adrenalin rush. Being on stage transported him to another world, one where nothing else mattered. This afternoon Jenna had made him feel the same way. He wanted to share this side of himself with her.

His first performance since the accident. He’d shied away from the limelight since Joe’s death, giving up footy, the band, pretty much anything that he was good at. He’d only agreed to play cricket this weekend to keep Maggie happy. But now Jenna had walked into his life and suddenly he felt like coming out of the shadows.

When he was up on stage he’d be singing just for her.

* * *

Jenna stood in front of the stage with Charlotte, waiting. The sun had finally set and the fairy lights lit up the evening. Luke seemed to have disappeared altogether, along with her visions of a romantic evening. Perhaps he regretted what had taken place at the river and was avoiding her.

She tried to quell the disappointment that was growing within her. She told herself that Luke owed her nothing and this afternoon was just a bit of harmless fun, nothing more. What had she expected? She was going home tomorrow so nothing could happen. But somehow she had allowed herself to hope.

Disappointment gave way to anger. Who the hell did Luke Tanner think he was, playing with her emotions like this? She was not some unfeeling plaything for him to kiss and toss aside. Today at the river he’d seemed so caring. But wasn’t that always the way? At first they were all like that. But eventually they let you down. It appeared Luke was no different to all the other disappointing men in her life.

Suddenly the stage was ablaze with light. A cowboy type stepped up to the microphone and said, ‘Ladies and gentlemen, would you please give it up for The Fleece.’

Five young men, all of them dressed in blue jeans, white T-shirts and Akubra hats, ran onto the stage.

Jenna groaned inwardly. She hated country music. This night was turning out to be insufferable. She had imagined dancing to slow ballads with Luke, not clapping in time to some Keith Urban impersonators. The lights dimmed again and the band started to play. It was just as she feared.

Awful.

The crowd didn’t seem to agree with her verdict, however. They screamed and clapped and took to the dance floor in droves. Jenna was amazed to see a large portion of the crowd in formation, line dancing.

She turned to Charlotte who shrugged and said, ‘I know.’

How she wished Brooke were here to see this. She’d never believe that this actually happened. She would think Jenna was embellishing for the sake of a good story.

Now there was a thought. This whole weekend would make a great article for the magazine. Jenna had intended to do a short editorial column, My Weekend in the Bush, or similar, but there was a whole feature story just waiting to be written here. She needed more time to research the article than just the weekend, though. Jenna looked at Charlotte snapping away beside her. If Charlotte was prepared to co-author then it might just be possible. Charlotte could email her any extra material. At least her time here wouldn’t be a total loss.

Jenna looked up at the stage with renewed interest. Her writer’s eyes took in every aspect: the stage set up, the band’s clothes, the amateur attempts at lighting effects. She grabbed her phone and snapped a few pictures, then tapped in a few quick observations.

Her eyes flitted from one band member to the next, looking for telling details. The first guitar player was lean and muscular. His fitted T-shirt showed off his great physique. Jenna wished she could get a better look at his face, which was concealed under the brim of that ridiculous hat. She had to admit he had a certain stage presence, charisma even, despite the god-awful twang he was belting out.

The song finished and the crowd went wild. Jenna’s eyes were glued to the guitarist and, to her delight, he took off his hat in a salute to the crowd.

Oh My God.

It was Luke.

* * *

Luke lost himself in the music and it was wonderful. Being part of the band made him feel more alive than he had in a long time. The past few months he hadn’t done anything purely for pleasure and it felt good to be doing something he loved again. Being with Jenna had awakened his fun side and he couldn’t wait to share his joy with her.

He hoped she could see him because it was impossible to see anyone from up here with the lights shining in his eyes. He wondered if she was enjoying herself as much as he was. He had agreed to play the first four numbers with the band. After that he would go find her and they could dance the night away.

A huge cheer went up from the crowd as the first song came to an end. Luke took off his hat and raised it in a salute to the audience. For the first time since Joe’s death, Barlow felt like home.

* * *

It wasn’t possible. Jenna couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The most attractive man she had ever met, one who could make her go weak at the knees just by looking at her, was on stage, in a cowboy hat, playing country and western music. If there was ever a sign that Luke was not the man for her, this was it.

Charlotte tapped her on the shoulder. ‘Did you know Luke was playing tonight?’

Jenna shook her head, dumbstruck.

‘He had to quit the band when he moved to Melbourne, but he always played with them whenever he was in town. This is the first time I’ve seen him on stage since the accident. You know about that, right?’

‘The car accident that killed his dad and brother?’

Charlotte nodded. ‘He hasn’t been the same since it happened.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Luke was always the life of the party, a laugh a minute. Every time he’d come home all the local girls would flock around, even when they knew he had a girlfriend back in Melbourne. And the blokes were just as bad, hanging on his every word and shouting him beers at the pub. People were always drawn to him.

‘Since the accident, all that’s changed. He seems to only think about Tandarra and Maggie. He barely socialises. This weekend is the happiest I’ve seen him in ages.’

Jenna wanted to ask Charlotte about Luke living in Melbourne, or more specifically, what had happened with the girlfriend, but the band was starting up again and it was impossible to carry out a conversation. She was forced to listen to the music.

Luke did look happy. He was obviously talented; it was just a shame that country music was his passion. Jenna tapped Charlotte on the shoulder and indicated that she was going to get a drink. It seemed that Luke would be tied up for a while.

Faced with the choice of bad wine and beer, Jenna decided to stick to soft drink and grabbed a Coke. She cracked open a can and watched the revellers on the dance floor. There was a hotchpotch of activity. In the middle, a large group continued to line dance, with some of the city dwellers on the edges, giggling and doing their best to join in. There were couples doing a sort of rockabilly dance and others just moving in time to the music. Everyone seemed to be more concerned with having a good time than whether they could dance or not. It was very different to the pubs and clubs Jenna and her friends frequented, where image counted for everything. Jenna shook her head. She wouldn’t be caught dead making a fool of herself by joining in. She had to admit it did look like fun, but imagine if a snap of her line-dancing somehow ended up online? Twitter would go into overdrive and Simon, being the egomaniac that he was, would probably imagine that she was having a breakdown over their break up.

It looked like she had lost Luke for the evening. Maggie was nowhere to be seen and even Charlotte had joined the throng on the dance floor. This was going to be a long night.

* * *

Luke was exhilarated when he left the stage. He could have played all night, but he didn’t want to leave Jenna fending for herself forever. He looked around the stage area, but she was nowhere to be seen. Luke wandered amongst the crowd, stopping to accept congratulations and high fives from locals who were happy to see him performing again. His eyes scanned the crowd, but he couldn’t see her.

Maggie appeared at his side. She threw an arm around his shoulder and planted a kiss on his cheek. ‘You were wonderful,’ she said.

Luke grinned. ‘Thanks. It felt great to be back up there.’

‘You did a great job. Everyone thought so.’

‘Yeah?’ Luke tried to sound casual. ‘What about Jenna?’

Maggie shook her head. ‘I haven’t seen her. She went off with Lottie ages ago, but I’m sure she thought you were great.’

Luke shrugged. ‘I could use a beer. Can I get you something?’

‘I’m fine. You go have fun.’

Jenna was standing by the makeshift bar nursing a Coke. She was looking out over the dance floor, a bored expression on her face. Poor girl, she was probably dying to join in the line dancing but didn’t know how. He could fix that problem. He strode up to her and held out his hand. ‘May I have this dance?’

Jenna looked startled. ‘Dance? Oh…no thanks.’

‘Are you sure? It’s got to be more fun than standing there like a stale bottle of Coke.’

Jenna’s mouth tightened. ‘It’s not really my style of dancing.’

‘Line dancing’s easy. You just follow the group. Or we can just get on the dance floor and have a spin. It’s pretty much open slather out there.’

‘So I see.’

‘Well?’ He held out his hand again.

‘No thanks. I don’t think I’m wearing the right shoes for line dancing.’

‘Take them off, then.’

‘Luke, I don’t want to dance, okay?’

‘Okay.’ Luke looked at her. ‘So what do you want to do?’

Jenna shrugged.

‘Are you hungry? There’s a spit roast dinner on offer.’

Jenna appeared to have little enthusiasm for the idea. ‘I haven’t eaten spit roast in years.’

‘You don’t know what you’re missing out on. Come on.’ He took her by the hand and led her to the barbeque area, where a large rotisserie had been set up. A trestle table groaned under the weight of homemade salads and condiments. ‘Looks good, doesn’t it?’ Luke said. ‘How many slices of beef do you want?’

Jenna shook her head. ‘None thanks. I don’t eat meat.’

‘You’re joking, right?’

‘I’m deadly serious.’

‘Why didn’t you say something earlier?’

‘I didn’t need to.’

‘What about at the barbeque this morning?’

‘I had a fried egg on a roll.’

Luke was silent as he watched Jenna filling her plate with salad. This night was not turning out the way he had expected. She was obviously annoyed about something, but he had no clue what it might be. She hadn’t even mentioned his stint on stage, which stung a little. Maybe she hadn’t realised it was him up there. That would explain her huffiness. She probably thought he had just ditched her for the past hour.

Jenna wandered back over to him, her plate full. ‘I managed to find plenty to eat,’ she said.

Luke nodded. ‘Shame about the beef, though. It’s good.’

Jenna raised her eyebrows at him. Perhaps a change of subject was in order.

‘Did you happen to see me up on stage a little while ago?’

The expression on her face told him she wished he hadn’t asked.

‘Yes, I did. You were great.’ Her forced smile was less than convincing.

Luke felt his face flush. He knew charity when he saw it. ‘Don’t feel obliged to lie. I don’t need your sympathy vote.’ He didn’t know what Jenna’s problem was but he wasn’t going to persist in pursuing her when she was so clearly not interested. He’d known from the start that a liaison with Jenna couldn’t last, but he hadn’t realised he was making a fool of himself.

He threw the remains of his dinner in a nearby rubbish bin. ‘Excuse me,’ he said. ‘I’ve lost my appetite.’

* * *

Jenna debated for a minute whether to go after him. Her own disappointment in the way this evening had turned out had caused her to act like a spoiled brat. Luke had been right all along.

He at least deserved an explanation for her behaviour. She owed him that much. She ran after him as fast as her impractical shoes would allow. ‘Luke, wait!’

He turned to face her. ‘Just forget it, Jenna.’

‘Please. Let me explain.’

‘There’s no need to explain. It’s quite obvious that you think I’m not good enough for you and you know what? You’re right.’

‘Luke!’

‘I don’t know what I was thinking, wanting a girl like you. You’re way out of my league, Jenna. I’m a simple country boy at heart.’

‘I’m not “out of your league”. You’ve got the wrong idea.’

‘This weekend was supposed to be about fun. That’s what we agreed on. Seeing as neither of us seem to be having any I reckon we should just go our separate ways.’

‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘I’d built up an image in my mind of what tonight would be like and — ’

‘I didn’t live up to your expectations.’

‘It’s not that. I just… I guess I just realised how little we have in common. But just because we come from different worlds doesn’t mean we can’t — ’

‘What? Be friends? I’ve got all the friends I need.’

Chapter 9

Maggie knocked softly on Jenna’s bedroom door. ‘Jenna, can I come in?’

‘Sure,’ Jenna said, pulling her silk bathrobe around her as Maggie opened the door.

‘I hope I didn’t wake you.’

‘No, I was just reading a little before I went to sleep.’

Maggie’s face was serious. ‘There was a message on the answering machine from Rob. It seems that Brooke has broken her leg quite badly.’

‘Oh no. I was hoping it was just sprained.’

‘It seems she has broken a bone in her foot and fractured a bone in her leg. Rob said that she might need surgery and that they’re keeping her in hospital for the time being.’

‘For how long?’

‘I don’t know. That’s all the information he gave us. We can ring the hospital first thing tomorrow and find out what the story is.’

Jenna nodded. ‘I’d like to go and see her, if possible.’

‘Of course. I’m sure Luke would be happy to drive you up there.’

‘Oh…I don’t want to put him out. I’m sure I can find it myself.’

Maggie gave her a sympathetic look. ‘We can talk about that at breakfast. I think we could all use a good night’s sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.’

A good night’s sleep was not likely. Images of Luke swirled around her head. The hurt look on his face before he walked away was etched into her memory. Her heart told her to forget their differences, to embrace these wonderful new feelings, but her head, of course, disagreed. This was what happened when she strayed from the plan. Of course kissing Luke felt good. He was gorgeous, desirable and a damn good kisser, but did that make him husband material? Did the fact that one look from him could make her insides molten mean that he was reliable? Did the fact that one graze of his hand made her skin quiver with pleasure mean he would stand by her forever?

Of course it didn’t.

These were the feelings her mother described when talking about meeting her father. And where had that got her? Nowhere at all.

Jenna threw back the covers and swung her legs out of bed. It was time to stop all this nonsense and be sensible. She rummaged in her suitcase for her Filofax, flipped it open and extracted her list from a compartment in the back of the diary.

She smoothed the paper as she read down the familiar list. 10 points to keep her safe. Follow the rules and don’t get hurt.

The whole purpose of the list was to avoid situations like the one she now found herself in. Normally she sized up a man’s potential before entering into any type of romantic liaison, only dating men with a perfect score. Luke Tanner would be lucky if he scored three.

She had to pull herself together and stop wasting emotional energy on something that could never be.

* * *

Jenna was woken by Maggie entering her room. ‘Jenna, I’m sorry to wake you, but it’s late.’

Jenna opened her eyes to find the sun streaming in under the blinds. ‘Oh my goodness. What time is it?’

‘It’s almost 11.’ Maggie set a breakfast tray down on the bed beside her. ‘I thought this might help get you going.’

‘I’m sorry,’ said Jenna. ‘I had trouble sleeping last night.’ She busied herself with the breakfast tray in order to avoid Maggie’s gaze. ‘I guess I was worried about Brooke.’

‘I’m sure you were,’ said Maggie. ‘That’s why I woke you. Rob rang to give us all the details. He said that the orthopaedic surgeon can’t see her until tomorrow. She’ll have to stay in hospital until then. If she has surgery she may end up being in for a few days.’

Jenna looked up in alarm. ‘A few days?’

Maggie nodded. ‘The hospital has visiting hours at two o’clock. You’ll have to leave here by one if you want to get there in time.’

Jenna put her hand to her forehead. ‘I’m supposed to be going home today. I can’t have time off work, it’s impossible.’

Maggie nodded sympathetically. ‘Of course Brooke won’t be able to drive when she gets out of hospital, either, so she’ll need someone to drive her back to Melbourne.’

Jenna groaned. ‘I hadn’t thought about that. I’d better get myself over to the hospital so we can work out what we’re going to do. I’ll have to get you to draw me a map.’

‘That won’t be necessary. Luke has agreed to take you.’

‘I’m sure he has better things to do with his time. I’ll be fine on my own.’

‘He’s cancelled all his plans for the day so he can take you. I’m sure he’s happy to do it.’

Jenna’s heart sank. There was no way of getting out of this without seeming rude and ungrateful. ‘Okay,’ she said. ‘I’ll get ready as fast as I can.’

Maggie nodded. ‘I’ll leave you to it then.’

* * *

Luke vented his frustration by mucking out the stables. Physical labour was a comfort to him. He figured if his head was rendered useless then his body may as well compensate. But no matter how hard he shovelled he couldn’t rid his mind of Jenna. It would be fine if he could simply avoid her. Once she went back to Melbourne, the whole episode would be over and he could resume his anaesthetised life.

Now that Brooke’s leg was broken, who knew how long Jenna would be staying? Not only was she here, in his house, but Maggie was insisting that he drive her all the way to Mynyip to visit Brooke.

Maggie appeared to be oblivious to his feelings, and wouldn’t listen to his feeble protests. An hour alone in the car with Jenna was going to be pure torture. Last night her petulance had made him seethe. Her lack of enthusiasm for his way of life cut him to the quick. He had so wanted to impress her with his performance on stage and her obvious indifference stung.

He wasn’t sure why he was so surprised by her attitude. The difference in their lives was a giant chasm, unable to be bridged. When would he ever learn? Had his relationship with Nicola taught him nothing? There was no room for a woman like Jenna in his life.

He’d known that from the start. Somehow he’d lost sight of the fact that he had nothing to offer her but a life that included another woman and a baby, a life devoid of pretty things and “A list” social events. A life that would clearly make her miserable if last night was anything to go by.

‘Luke? Are you in here?’

He swung around, startled by the sound of Jenna’s voice.

‘I came to tell you there is no need for you to take me to see Brooke. I can get there under my own steam.’

‘I promised Maggie I’d take you.’

‘I’d rather go alone.’

Despite his reluctance to spend hours alone with Jenna, Luke knew this was not the best idea, especially as driving didn’t seem to be Jenna’s forte. ‘The quickest way to the hospital is via some back roads, which can be tricky to negotiate if you don’t know the area well. I’m busy enough without having to conduct search and rescue missions for damsels in distress.’

She bit her lip in obvious annoyance at his remark. ‘I’ll go back to the highway and find my way from there.’

‘That will take double the time. Really, Jenna, it’d be easier if you’d swallow your pride and let me take you.’

‘It has nothing to do with pride,’ she said, her voice rising. ‘You made it clear last night that you wanted no more to do with me. I’m trying to make that easier for you.’

Luke turned his back for a moment and placed his shovel against the stable wall. None of this was easy, which was why he had to put a stop to it, right now. He turned back and looked at her. ‘Look, it’s clear that there’s some type of chemistry between us; I don’t think either of us can deny that. But it doesn’t change the fact that we are from different worlds.’

She looked back at him with big, glassy eyes, but said nothing.

‘We’re playing a dangerous game and it has to stop before one, or both of us, gets hurt.’

The anger began to drain from her face. ‘I’m sorry about my behaviour last night.’ The expression on her face was sincere, but what did it matter? Her apology didn’t change anything.

‘There are things about me you don’t know, but you do know that I’m not free to leave here. And I think last night provided us both with a very clear example of why you would never fit in.’

‘Please, Luke, let me explain. I was overwhelmed by all that had happened in the day. I’d built up an image of what the night would be like and things just didn’t go as I expected. I’m so sorry for being such a pain in the butt. Can you forgive me?’

His shoulders slumped. ‘It’s not a matter of forgiveness, Jenna. We are who we are. Yesterday we both thought we could forget about that and have a little fun, but I don’t think that’s going to work out.’

Jenna nodded. ‘You’re right of course.’ To his horror tears began to well in her eyes. She suddenly seemed very fragile.

Luke moved towards her and took her by the hand. ‘I’m sorry, Jenna. I should never have put you in this position.’

‘It’s not your fault. I allowed this to happen too.’

‘Will you please allow me to drive you to see Brooke? It’s the least I can do.’

She hesitated for a moment before answering. ‘Do you really think it’s a good idea for us to spend so much time together?’

Luke shrugged. ‘We’re both adults and we like each other. There’s no reason why we can’t be civil, right? Really, it would make me feel better if I could help out in some way.’

‘Okay,’ she conceded, ‘but only because I hate driving in unfamiliar territory.’

Luke smiled. ‘Right then. I’ll get cleaned up and then we can head off.’

* * *

Jenna was mesmerised by the passing scenery. The land was certainly dry out here but there was a rugged beauty to the landscape that she hadn’t noticed on the drive in with Brooke. Coming to Barlow she had been filled with negativity, her eyes only noticing what she didn’t like. Now, two days later, she was amazed at how spectacular the landscape actually was. She was grateful for the distraction, because conversation with Luke had been non-existent for the past 20 kilometres. She glanced in his direction, but his eyes were fixed firmly on the road.

‘Is it much further?’ she asked.

‘About another 40 kilometres. Do you want to listen to some music?’

Jenna paused for a second before answering. If she had to spend the rest of the journey listening to the likes of Keith Urban the drive would be unbearable. ‘Umm…’

Luke laughed. ‘Your choice,’ he said. ‘The CDs are in the glove box.’

Jenna smiled and opened up the glove box. She was pleasantly surprised to find a wide selection to choose from. Luke’s taste was quite eclectic. She flipped through half a dozen then held up a Michael Bublé CD. ‘Wouldn’t have picked you for a fan.’

Luke grinned. ‘That’s Maggie’s.’

She pulled out a Powderfinger album instead. ‘I love Powderfinger,’ she said.

‘There you go. That’s something we have in common.’

Jenna smiled and slid the disc into the CD player.

The music helped Jenna relax and after a while Luke seemed to unwind as well. He started to sing along with the music, his rich voice melding with the sound of the band.

‘You’ve got a great voice,’ she said.

He grinned. ‘You didn’t seem to think so last night.’

‘I didn’t mean to offend you,’ she said, her cheeks burning at the memory of her behaviour.

‘Forget about it,’ he said. ‘Are you going to sing with me?’

Jenna laughed. ‘God no. I have a shocking voice.’

‘Come on. It can’t be that bad. I won’t laugh, I promise.’ He turned the volume up and began to sing loudly.

Luke’s enthusiasm was infectious and after a while Jenna couldn’t help but join in. She waited for him to laugh, or at the very least smirk, at her off key singing, but he didn’t appear to notice.

* * *

Brooke looked pale and fragile lying in her hospital bed. Jenna thought she seemed happy to see them but it was hard to tell because she appeared quite groggy. Rob was sitting by her side reading the paper.

‘Hi, you two,’ he said.

Luke shook Rob’s hand while Jenna anxiously put her hand on Brooke’s. ‘How are you, sweetie?’ she asked.

Brooke gave a weak smile. ‘I’m great,’ she said.

‘They have her on some strong painkillers,’ Rob said.

‘Why hasn’t something been done about her leg?’ Jenna asked.

‘They think she needs surgery and the surgeon doesn’t do rounds until tomorrow,’ Rob said.

‘That’s ridiculous,’ said Jenna.

‘Not really. He has to cover the whole region and emergencies come first. Brooke’s leg is bad but it’s not an emergency.’

‘What happens if she needs surgery?’

‘They’ll prep her and do it right away. I guess they’ll probably keep her in at least another day after that.’

Luke wandered out of Brooke’s room and went to the nurse’s station opposite. Jenna watched as he engaged the nurses in conversation. She felt a twinge of jealousy as she saw a nurse with long dark hair put her hand on Luke’s shoulder. She forced herself to look away and concentrate on Brooke instead. ‘Sweetie, I don’t want you to worry about a thing. I’ll take care of everything.’

‘But you have to go home,’ Brooke said, her voice wavering slightly.

How could she leave her friend alone in this place? The hospital was tiny and miles from anywhere. Practical and moral support would be needed in the coming days. Brooke was the closest thing that Jenna had to family, so she figured it was up to her to provide that support. Jenna made a snap decision. ‘I’ve decided to stay on until you can go home.’

‘But what about work?’

‘I am going to work from here. I’m going to do a story on life in the country.’

Brooke smiled, but Jenna could see her eyelids were getting heavy.

‘I’m going to let you get some sleep. I’ll come back to visit you tomorrow.’

Brooke nodded and closed her eyes.

Jenna walked to the door and motioned for Rob to join her. ‘I didn’t expect her to be so out of it. Do you think she’s okay?’

‘It’s just the drugs they’ve got her on,’ Rob replied.

Luke came over and nodded his head. ‘I’ve had a look at her x-ray and spoken to the nursing staff. She’ll definitely need surgery. They have her on strong pain medication to make her more comfortable. She’ll be a lot better after the procedure.’

Jenna creased her brow. ‘They let you look at her x-ray? The nurses are fairly free here with medical information, considering you’re not related to Brooke. I was worried they wouldn’t tell us anything.’

Luke’s face coloured. ‘I’m friends with Maria, Brooke’s nurse. Look, she probably said more than she should have. Don’t say anything to anyone about it. She might get into trouble.’

Jenna shrugged but she noticed Rob looking somewhat bewildered. ‘Fine by me,’ she said.

‘Are you ready to go?’ Luke asked.

Jenna nodded. ‘No point hanging around if she is going to sleep, I guess.’

Rob shrugged. ‘I might hang around a bit longer, in case she needs anything.’

Jenna smiled at him. ‘Rob, you’ve been very kind, but I’m sure Brooke doesn’t expect you to stay. I can organise anything she needs.’

Rob gave Jenna a shy smile. ‘I don’t mind,’ he said.

* * *

Jenna phoned the hospital early the next morning to find that the doctor had already seen Brooke and that she did indeed need an operation. Brooke was being prepped and would be operated on that afternoon. The nurse said that she would be out of it for most of the day.

She wandered into the kitchen to find Maggie serving up a fully cooked breakfast. ‘Wow,’ she said. ‘Do you eat like this everyday?’

Maggie laughed. ‘I’ve been starving since the start of the pregnancy. I usually cook something substantial for Luke because, depending on what he’s doing, he might not get another chance to eat until dinner.’ Maggie grabbed another plate from the kitchen cabinet.

Jenna waved the plate away. ‘Not for me thanks, Maggie. I’ll just grab a coffee.’

‘Please don’t tell me you are on some stupid diet regime,’ said Luke.

‘No stupid diet. I’m just not a morning person. I rarely eat before 10. I survive on caffeine until morning tea time at work.’

Luke shook his head. ‘You wouldn’t make much of a farmer, then.’

‘How’s Brooke?’ Maggie asked, bringing a welcome change of subject.

Jenna frowned. ‘They’re operating this afternoon, so there’s no point going to see her today. Apparently she won’t be up to having visitors.’

‘How are you planning to spend your day then, Jenna? Is there anything you would like to do?’ Maggie asked.

‘I thought I’d call the pub and see if they have any rooms available now that the Bush Bloke’s Weekend is officially over. I’ve imposed on you two for long enough.’

‘You will not do any such thing,’ Maggie said. ‘You’re staying here with us.’

‘Thank you, but I’ll be fine at the pub.’

‘Jenna, I will take it as a personal insult if you move into town,’ Maggie said, folding her arms.

‘You might as well give up, Jenna,’ Luke said. ‘Maggie always gets her own way.’

As much as Jenna hated to admit it, the accommodation on offer at the pub was hardly her style. Tandarra would be a much more comfortable base, especially if she was here for any length of time. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard to stay away from Luke? He would be working and so would she. ‘Thank you. I promise not to get in your way,’ she said, looking directly at Luke.

‘Now we have that settled, do you have any other plans for the day?’ Maggie asked.

‘I was hoping to get in touch with Charlotte to discuss an idea I have for a feature article.’

Maggie nodded. ‘Let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.’

Luke opened his mouth and then closed it again. Jenna raised her eyebrows at him, but he returned his attention to the paper. It seemed that they would spend the day apart. Jenna stirred her instant coffee and sighed. Spending the day away from Luke was a good thing, so why did she feel so depressed about it? As he had so succinctly put it yesterday, there was no point starting something that was hopeless. She gulped down her coffee in silence.

* * *

Charlotte seemed happy to hear from her. ‘I was sorry to hear that Brooke’s leg is broken,’ she said when Jenna rang to talk about her story.

‘Yes. It looks like we’ll be here for a few more days at least. Which is why I’m ringing. I’ve decided to do a feature story about women living in the bush. I was wondering if you’d like to co-author it.’

‘Are you serious? I’d love to.’

‘Of course we’ll need to get together to plan.’

‘Sure. I have a few things I need to do this morning, but then I can come over and pick you up, show you the local sights while we talk.’

‘Great.’

Jenna hung up feeling satisfied that her time would be suitably occupied for the next few days. Avoiding Luke shouldn’t pose too great a problem.

* * *

Jenna was surprised, and delighted, at how seriously Charlotte took the job of showing her around. For the next three days every spare moment Charlotte had was spent chauffeuring her around the countryside, introducing her to the local women and generally getting her up to speed on life in Barlow.

They decided to do a ‘Day in the Life of…’ piece about three different women living in Barlow. Jenna had chosen Agnes Fraser, Rob’s mum, as her first subject. Agnes had lived in Barlow all her life and was happy to share her experiences with Jenna and Charlotte. She seemed amazed that anyone would be the slightest bit interested in what she did with her day. ‘Washing and cooking, love,’ she said when Jenna asked for a detailed description. ‘That’s about it.’

Charlotte suggested a young woman named Leanne who worked as a rouseabout as their second subject. Leanne was happy to oblige and Jenna spent a hot and dirty afternoon following her around as she mended fences, attended to sick sheep and fed stock.

Charlotte offered to drive Jenna to the hospital each day so they could continue to work on the story.

‘Your boss must be wondering what’s going on,’ Jenna said. ‘I’d hate to get you in trouble.’

Charlotte laughed. ‘Don’t worry about it. Old Keith loves me. I can do no wrong in his eyes. Besides, I’ve already submitted a heap of stories for this week’s edition. Unless there’s some major breaking news in the district I’m all yours.’

‘Any ideas for our third subject?’ Jenna asked as they drove out of Barlow.

Charlotte creased her brow. ‘I guess it depends on the angle you’re going for.’

‘It has to be another strong personality to complement the other two. I’d like a woman in her late 20s if possible because that’s the median of our reader demographic.’

Charlotte nodded. ‘Maggie would be perfect.’

‘Of course. Now why didn’t I think of her?’

‘I don’t think she’ll do it though.’

‘Why?’

‘Maggie is a giver but she doesn’t talk much about herself. She’s very private, even more so since the accident.’

‘What happened? In the accident I mean.’

‘Jack, Luke’s dad, was driving to Melbourne with Joe and Luke. He ran the car off the road.’

Jenna shook her head. ‘That’s awful.’

‘Yes, seems he had a heart attack. Jack died at the scene, but Joe was flown to Melbourne. He died in intensive care a few days later. Poor Maggie had to give her permission for the doctors to turn off his life support.’

‘Oh God.’

‘It’s been really hard for her, especially being pregnant and all. She’s coped amazingly well, though.’

Jenna nodded. ‘She certainly is a remarkable woman. Maybe you could convince her to tell her story.’

‘I don’t know. I think she would be worried about how Luke would react. He hasn’t really coped with the deaths at all. I’ve hardly seen him smile since the accident.’

‘Really?’

Charlotte frowned. ‘He blames himself for Joe’s death.’

‘Why? It’s not like he was driving.’

Charlotte shrugged. ‘It’s complicated, I guess. I don’t really know the full story. I don’t think anyone does, except Luke and Maggie.’

Jenna was quiet for a while. No wonder Luke felt so attached to Maggie. She understood a little better why he was so insistent on caring for Maggie and the baby. Guilt was a powerful motivator. But what possible reason could Luke have for feeling guilty? Perhaps it was a case of “Survivor’s Guilt”. Just the fact that he lived when his brother didn’t might be enough to promote feelings of remorse. ‘Do you think Maggie and Luke will end up together? I mean as a real couple.’

Charlotte shook her head. ‘No way. They’re like brother and sister. Besides, Luke would never disrespect Joe in that way.’

‘Their…arrangement will make it hard for them to meet anyone else, though.’

‘I don’t think they’ve even thought about that. I think it will be a long time before either of them will be ready for another relationship.’

Jenna tried to keep her voice casual. ‘Another relationship? So Luke was involved with someone before the accident?’

Charlotte took her eyes off the road for just a second. ‘Oh no. You’re in love with him aren’t you?’

Heat flooded into Jenna’s cheeks. ‘No,’ she said feebly.

‘Oh, Jenna,’ Charlotte replied.

Jenna turned her face away and gazed out the window. ‘I know it’s impossible, but I can’t help it.’

Charlotte pulled the car up outside the hospital. She leaned over and gave Jenna a hug. ‘Nothing’s impossible,’ she said.

Chapter 10

The following morning, Charlotte phoned just after breakfast to inform Jenna that something had come up at the paper and she would have to delay their meeting until the afternoon. That put Jenna at a loose end for the morning. She made a couple of phone calls, one to work and another to the hospital to check on Brooke, and then sat idly staring into her coffee.

Luke was nowhere to be seen, having disappeared before breakfast, so at least she didn’t have to worry about avoiding him. She had barely seen him all week, except at mealtimes, and then, of course, Maggie was there as a buffer between them.

She had watched Luke dote on Maggie this past week. He helped out with as much of the domestic work as Maggie would allow and frequently chided her for doing too much. It was clear to Jenna that Maggie was Luke’s first priority. It was stupid but she couldn’t help but feel a tiny pang of envy. Nobody — not Simon, her previous lovers, or even her mother — had ever made Jenna the centre of their world.

Jenna decided it was a good time to work on getting Maggie to tell her story. She set her coffee cup on the sink and set off in search of her subject. She wandered around and eventually found Maggie hanging washing on the clothesline in the yard behind the house. ‘Let me help you with that,’ Jenna said, picking up a shirt from the basket.

‘Thanks.’

Jenna helped herself to a couple of pegs and clipped the shirt onto the line. She noticed a smile twitching at the corners of Maggie’s mouth. ‘What?’

Maggie took out another shirt and pegged it up. ‘It’s just that you have an unusual hanging style. I’ve actually never seen a shirt pegged out like that before.’

Jenna laughed. ‘I use a clothes dryer.’

‘You don’t hang out anything?’

Jenna shook her head. ‘I don’t wash that much. I have a lot of my clothes dry cleaned.’

Maggie grinned. ‘Maybe you could just hand me the clothes to save me from bending over. I’ll do the hanging.’

Jenna laughed again and handed her one of Luke’s T-shirts. ‘Thanks for letting me stay this week. I know it’s been extra work for you and I really appreciate it.’

‘It’s been no trouble. I really mean that. In fact it’s been fun having another girl around the house.’

‘I spoke to the hospital this morning and hopefully Brooke will be released tomorrow. If not then she’ll be out on Sunday, so we’ll be out of your hair by then.’

Maggie stopped pegging for a moment and put both hands on the small of her back. ‘No problem. Let me know if there is anything you need help with before you go.’

‘Actually there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you. I was wondering if I could interview you for my magazine article.’

‘Oh, Jenna, I don’t think so.’

‘I admire you so much and I think you would make a really interesting subject. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather interview.’

Maggie shook her head. ‘I’m flattered, but I’m sure there are more interesting women in Barlow than me.’

‘Promise me you’ll think about it?’

‘Okay, I’ll think about it, but now I have a favour to ask you.’

‘Sure,’ Jenna said with a grin. ‘Just name it.’

‘Luke raced out this morning without breakfast. I know he was heading up to the top paddock this morning to check on a sick ewe. He also had some fencing work to do up that way. I doubt he’ll come back for lunch. I’ve made him some sandwiches and a thermos of tea. Could you take it to him? I’d do it myself but I have an antenatal appointment at the hospital so I need to head off soon.’

Jenna’s heart sank. How could she refuse Maggie after all her generosity? ‘I hope I can find him,’ she said, hoping that Maggie might give up on the idea.

But Maggie wasn’t taking the hint. ‘I’ll point you in the right direction. You shouldn’t have any problems. You can take the ute if you want, or, if you can ride, you’re welcome to saddle up one of the horses. I’ll put all the food into a backpack if you’re going on horseback.’

Jenna thought about the last time she had ridden a horse. She was 14 and her stepfather had paid for her to attend ‘Pony Camp’ in an attempt to win her favour, or possibly to get rid of her for a week. She had taken to riding easily, but the promised pony of her own had never eventuated. She had hardly ridden since.

She thought driving was a safer bet, but the ute was probably a manual. ‘I’ll take Brooke’s car,’ she said. At least the chance of doing something stupid behind the wheel was diminished in an automatic car. It would be uncomfortable enough being alone with Luke without making a total fool of herself as well.

* * *

Luke heard Brooke’s Volkswagen approaching before he saw it. There was no mistaking it for one of the farm’s vehicles; it had a sound that was totally unfamiliar to him. He looked up from the fence he was mending to see Jenna driving towards him. It had to be Jenna, because Maggie would have more sense than to drive a sporty little car like that out here on this goat track.

What was Jenna doing out here? Oh God. Maybe there was something wrong with Maggie. He put down his pliers and started towards the gate where she was headed. As she got closer he broke into a run.

He pulled open the car door the moment she stopped. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nice sort of a greeting that is,’ Jenna said, raising her eyebrows.

‘Jenna! Is Maggie okay? What are you doing out here?’

Jenna’s face softened. ‘Relax, Luke,’ she said with a smile. ‘Maggie’s fine. She sent me to give you some lunch. She would have come herself, but she had an appointment at the hospital.’

Luke blew the air out of his lungs in relief. ‘Yeah, I forgot she was going to Mynyip today. How come you didn’t go with her? You could have visited Brooke.’

‘I’m going later with Charlotte. It’s not visiting hours yet and they’re pretty strict about that sort of thing at the hospital.’

Luke nodded as he eyed the basket of food on the back seat of the car. ‘Gotta admit I’m getting kind of hungry. What’s in the hamper?’

‘I don’t know. You’ll have to check and see.’

Luke was already dragging the wicker basket out of the car. He lifted the folded picnic rug out of the basket and saw an array of sandwiches, biscuits, fruit and a thermos. What was Maggie up to? There was way too much food for just him — and a picnic rug? Since when was that standard issue for a working lunch?

It was almost as if Maggie was deliberately pushing them together, although he couldn’t imagine why. Surely she could see that no good could come of that sort of folly?

Jenna was standing patiently, waiting while he rummaged through the contents of the basket.

So much for avoiding her today.

‘There’s tonnes of food here. Way more than I can eat. Do you want to stay and share it with me?’

She shook her head. ‘No thanks. I have things to do.’

‘You’ve got to eat, right?’ he said with a smile.

‘Luke, let’s not do this,’ she said softly.

‘Do what?’ he asked, but he knew what she was thinking.

‘Let’s not pretend that there’s nothing between us. We both feel it, the…’

He waited while she searched for the right word.

‘Chemistry,’ she said eventually. ‘We’ve already agreed that this…feeling between us can’t go anywhere. I’ve got a life back in Melbourne and you — ’

‘You’re right,’ he said, not giving her a chance to finish. He didn’t want to hear her assessment of his emotional shortcomings.

‘I’ll leave you to it then.’

He looked at the basket brimming with food. There was no way he could carry that back on horseback, not with all the tools he was already carting. ‘I hate to ask this, but would you mind bringing the basket down to the shed just near the main road? I can’t carry it on horseback and I don’t want to eat here in the blazing sun.’

‘Sure,’ she said.

‘I’ll meet you there and take what I need. Then you can cart the rest back to the house, if that’s okay?’

Jenna nodded and got back into the car as Luke loaded the basket onto the back seat. She took off the moment he closed the door.

As Luke rode towards the shed he made a mental list of all the reasons why he couldn’t allow himself to touch her, no matter how strong his desire. Every tender moment they shared just made it harder to accept that she would never be his. Most likely she would be gone within 48 hours and then he could set about the task of wiping her from his memory. How hard could that be? After all, he was an expert at keeping his emotions under wraps.

Chapter 11

Jenna found the shed with ease. It was, as Luke had said, just off the main road. She parked in the shade of a clump of cypress pines and waited. It wasn’t long before he rode into view.

He pulled the horse up beside her and dismounted, slipping the bridle off Marmalade as soon as his feet touched the ground. The saddle came next and the mare shook herself in obvious pleasure. ‘Go on girl, have yourself some fun,’ he said, slapping her rump affectionately.

Jenna got out of the car. ‘Aren’t you going to ride her back?’

‘She’ll come when I whistle. She’s a good girl.’

Jenna pulled the basket out of the car. ‘Where do you want this?’ she asked.

‘Here, let me take that,’ he said. He reached over and placed his hand on the basket’s handle, grazing her hand in the process. A now familiar jolt of electricity coursed through Jenna’s body. She pulled her hand away quickly.

‘Sorry,’ he mumbled, not looking her in the eye. ‘There’s a bench in the shed. I’ll just take this in and grab some things out. I’ll bring it back to you in a minute.’

Jenna wandered over to sit on a fallen log under the trees while she waited. It was quite pleasant, sitting in the shade, and for a moment she considered taking Luke up on his offer of sharing lunch. But she knew this would not be a good idea. Whenever they were left alone it seemed they ended up either fighting, or falling into each other’s arms. Neither of these outcomes held much merit at this stage.

She sighed and reached up to fix her ponytail, which had loosened, probably from all the bouncing around on bumpy roads. Her hair tumbled down around her shoulders as she pulled out the elastic and gave her head a quick shake. As she went to flip her hair back into the band, her finger slipped and the elastic ricocheted off into long grass to the left.

Damn. It would be nearly impossible to find the tiny elastic in there.

Sudden movement in the grass caught her attention. A long, striped snake was slithering past, only metres from her feet. An involuntary scream escaped her throat. ‘Luke!’ she yelled hysterically. ‘Oh my God. Help!’

The snake darted off into the bush at lightning speed as Luke came running from the shed. ‘What’s wrong, what’s happened?’ he asked.

‘Snake,’ Jenna said, pointing off into the bush.

He shoved his hands into his pockets and raised his eyebrows. ‘Have you been bitten?’

Jenna shook her head.

Luke began to laugh. ‘No harm done then. A snake won’t attack you just for the sake of it. You’d have to step on it, or really annoy it, for one to strike.’

Jenna bit her lip in frustration. How could he laugh when she had been given such a fright? And what if she’d gone to look for her hair band? She could easily have stood on the snake and been bitten. Her heart began to palpitate. ‘Thanks for your concern,’ she said, dismayed to hear the waver in her voice.

‘Jenna, I’m sorry. It’s just that snakes are no big deal out here. I didn’t mean to upset you.’ His words were softly spoken, his tone tender, but it didn’t change the fact that he’d made fun of her fear.

How could he be so casual about the fact that the ground was possibly teeming with slithering, slimy beasts? Her stomach churned at the thought. ‘It’s fine,’ she said, folding her arms across her chest in an attempt to disguise the fact that her hands were shaking. ‘Can you just get the basket so I can get back to the house? I have things to do.’ She turned on her heel and made for the car. The muscles of her face began to slacken and she found herself unable to coax them back to form a composed appearance. All the pent up feelings of the past few days seemed to rush to the surface at once, and she was unable to stem the flood of tears streaming down her face as she strode towards the Volkswagen. So much for escaping with her dignity in tact.

‘Wait,’ he called from behind her.

She fumbled with the car door handle, desperate to escape without further humiliation, but the damn thing wouldn’t open. Luke’s breath was hot on the back of her neck as he covered her hand with his. He gently peeled her fingers from the handle and turned her to him. ‘Don’t go.’

A sob forced its way out as she crumpled into his arms. He took her face in his hands, kissing the tears as they slid down her cheeks. ‘I’m sorry,’ he whispered.

Great sobs shuddered from her chest as he pulled her closer and began to stroke her hair. The sensible thing would be to pull away, but her legs had turned to jelly. She rested her cheek on his chest and breathed deeply.

‘Luke,’ she said, as he put his hand to the small of her back and pulled her closer. ‘I don’t think — ’

He pressed his finger to her lips. ‘Shh. It’s okay. Just relax.’

For a moment she did as she was told. The tension in her shoulders eased as he held her against his chest. Her shuddering breaths steadied, keeping time with the rhythmic thud of his heartbeat. His hand rested lightly against her neck, his thumb gently caressing her skin.

With their bodies meshed together Luke’s desire was obvious. She knew he wouldn’t act on it. It wouldn’t be the smart thing to do. Their attempt at having a meaningless fling had been a miserable failure, and anything more was impossible according to Luke.

The trouble was their bodies seemed magnetised, physically drawn to each other, in spite of their protesting minds.

‘Luke, we should — ’

His mouth covered hers, stopping her words of objection mid-sentence. The kiss was demanding; hard and raw, unlike any other they’d shared. He wanted her, there was no doubting that. Something in him had shifted. His reluctance to engage in a physical relationship had clearly evaporated. Maybe it was her vulnerability that had finally cracked his hard shell of restraint.

The decision to stop this going any further rested with her. Self-control was her forte, the quality she prided herself on, but right now its merit seemed elusive. He wanted her, damn it. And she wanted him. To hell with being sensible. To hell with self-denial. For the first time ever she would trust her body’s judgement.

She leaned back against the car as he pushed against her, his hands in her hair as his lips moved from her mouth to her neck and back again. She kissed him back, matching his intensity, and slid her hand up under his T-shirt. His heart was hammering beneath his smooth, muscular chest. A tug of his shirt exposed his taut, tanned stomach. Her nipples hardened against his chest as his hands moved greedily over her body. In one swift movement he pulled his shirt up over his head and tossed it aside.

She put her hand against his chest and pushed him backwards, creating a space between them. His forehead momentarily creased in confusion, but as she slowly began to peel off her singlet top an appreciative smile settled on his face.

For a moment they stood apart, not touching.

‘My God you are beautiful. I want you so much.’ Luke’s voice was raspy, thick with desire.

Her response took her by surprise. ‘Take me, then. I’m yours.’ The words were true. Despite all her attempts to remain impassive, Luke had stolen her heart. Relinquishing control felt surprisingly good.

Her hands reached behind her and released the clasp of her bra. She let it fall to the ground and stood still for a moment as she basked in Luke’s appreciative gaze, before stepping forward and pressing herself against him once again.

‘Wait,’ he said, his voice coming out thick and raw. ‘Not here. Let me get the picnic rug and put it under the trees.’

She nodded her approval. ‘Hurry.’

He didn’t need to be told twice. Moments later the rug was spread beneath an ancient gum tree and the two of them lay entwined upon it. He covered one breast with his hand, gently grazing her taut nipple with his palm as his mouth sought out her other breast. Her breath caught in her throat as he took her in his mouth, sucking gently at first, then more insistently. As he began to flick her rock-hard nipple with his tongue she cried out with pleasure.

Jenna’s hand went to his zipper. In seconds she’d undone his jeans and slipped her hand beneath the elastic of his boxer shorts to release him. As her hand encased him and moved slowly down his rock-hard shaft he let out a low groan. He tugged his jeans and underwear off and rolled Jenna onto her back. She parted her legs and wrapped them around his hips, drawing him towards her.

‘Hey beautiful, not so fast.’ He moved onto his side and trailed his fingers gently along the inside of her thigh before sliding his hand between her legs on his way to the waistband of her shorts. He yanked at the clasp clumsily, Jenna laughing at his awkward attempt to free her from her clothes.

‘Let me,’ she said, and he momentarily lifted his hand to allow her to remove them. Now all that lay between them was a pair of pink lace panties. He placed his hand on her again and she gasped at his touch, pressing herself against his fingers through the damp satin. The smooth fabric moving over her mound made her quiver with desire. She parted her legs and thrust herself against his hand as she reached for his cock. His low moan signalled his pleasure.

She could feel her breath coming quickly as the heat between her legs increased. The familiar feelings of her imminent orgasm began to intensify. ‘I think I’m going to — ’

Luke’s hand stopped stroking and he kissed her softly. ‘Not yet,’ he whispered.

As her hands moved over his hard torso, she fought the desire to wrap her legs around his waist and draw him to her. She wanted him inside her, filling her, completing her. But Luke was right to slow things down. She too wanted this feeling to last as long as possible.

His mouth began to move slowly down her body, trailing soft kisses from her neck to her breasts and down onto her stomach.

A knot of panic formed in her belly. Surely he wasn’t going to…

His lips moved down to her pubic bone.

No!

‘Luke, stop. I can’t… I’ve never…’

He raised his head. ‘You’ve never let a man go down on you?’

She shook her head. ‘I can’t. It just seems so…intimate.’

He smiled. ‘Do you trust me, Jenna?’

Did she? How could she answer that question? In truth she barely knew him, but her gut instincts told her he was a good man. All the evidence pointed to it, too. His dedication to Maggie, his desire to always do the honourable thing even when it was difficult, showed he was a man who was true to his word.

‘I want to trust you, but…’

‘Would it help if I told you that I haven’t been with a woman for a very long time? You’re the first since…in a long time. I feel like I’ve been in a coma for the past six months. I’ve felt nothing, wanted no one. Then you came along and suddenly I’m alive again.

‘Jenna, I don’t want to do anything you are not comfortable with, but I want you to feel how good it can be when two people really…care about each other. I want to give this to you. I promise I’ll stop if it’s too much, if you don’t like it.’

She hesitated. She knew this was supposed to be every woman’s fantasy, having a man pleasure her with his tongue. She didn’t think of herself as a prude, but somehow the idea of a man burying himself in her most intimate parts felt too revealing, too much like she was giving a part of herself away. She’d never let any of her other lovers pleasure her like that. Not that any of them had ever really seemed to care; in fact Simon had never even bothered to try.

Luke cared about her. His actions as much as his words told her that. When she’d kissed him today she’d made up her mind to abandon herself to him, to this overpowering desire between them. Letting go of her tightly-held control was working out pretty well so far, but what if she repulsed him? Or she didn’t like it?

She took a deep breath. Saying yes was giving Luke permission to access her most private self. Suddenly she realised that she wanted him to have that. She gave a tentative nod.

‘Relax,’ he said. ‘I’ll take it slowly.’

She lay back on the rug, feeling tense and exposed as Luke peeled off her underwear. He gently stroked her with his fingers until she was pulsing with desire once more. He lowered his head and began to trace the top of her pubic hair with kisses, his fingers gently probing and stroking as he did. Slowly he removed his hand and began to move lower with his mouth, soft butterfly kisses tantalising her skin as he edged closer to the peak of her intimate folds. Then she felt the light touch of his tongue gently prising her open.

She could hear herself moaning and yet the noise seemed to come from somewhere else, somewhere far away. He’d found the peak of her desire, his tongue lightly stroking her until she could stand it no more. This time her climax was unstoppable.

Her hands went to his head and she raised herself to him, pushing herself hard against his mouth. His tongue darted inside her and suddenly she was rising and falling, spinning and flying. Her breaths came hard and fast before the world went black and there was nothing and everything all at once.

When her breathing had calmed, he began to gently trail his fingers over her body again. At first his touch made her tremble, it was almost too much to bear. Sated and dreamy, she wanted no more. But soon his tender caresses caused her breath to quicken and her pulse to throb once more. Now there was no question of slowing down. His touch became more urgent, more insistent, until she finally parted her legs and drew him to her.

‘Do you have protection?’ she breathed.

‘What?’

‘A condom. We can’t…’

Luke pulled back slightly. ‘Oh hell, you have me so turned on I almost forgot.’

‘Well?’

‘Hang on a minute.’ He fumbled around for his jeans, eventually pulling his wallet from the back pocket. He grinned as he pulled a foil packet from one of the wallet’s compartments. ‘Is this what you’re after?’

Jenna snatched the packet from him without answering. She tore it open and slid the condom on expertly, smiling at Luke’s moan of approval.

‘I need you, Jenna,’ he said as their bodies melded into one.

Each thrust took her higher than she could ever have imagined. She pressed against him, desperate to be fused with him, to be filled entirely. Incredibly she was soaring again, this climax even more intense than the first. How was this even possible? Never before…

Luke’s guttural groan brought a smile to her face. He collapsed on top of her and they lay happily meshed together.

Chapter 12

Luke was not sorry. This past week he’d done his best to avoid a physical encounter with Jenna and now for the life of him he couldn’t think why. How could he regret something so raw and beautiful, so perfect?

He propped himself up on one elbow and traced a finger along her jawline. She opened her eyes and looked up at him with dreamy eyes. ‘Happy?’ he asked.

She answered him with a smile. ‘Very,’ she said. ‘And you?’

He grinned, unable to contain his exuberance. ‘I can’t remember the last time I felt so good.’ He looked around for his boxer shorts. Despite having just done the most intimate things possible, being naked together in the midday sun felt kind of awkward. He gathered up his clothes and began to dress. Jenna followed suit, shimmying into her shorts. God, she was even sexy putting her clothes back on.

He nodded towards the Volkswagen. ‘I think your top’s over near the car. I’ll grab it and get the picnic basket at the same time. I don’t know about you but I’m famished.’

Jenna laughed. ‘I guess I could eat.’

By the time Jenna was fully dressed he’d laid the full feast out on the picnic rug, including the napkins Maggie had so thoughtfully provided. Jenna sat beside him on the rug and for a while neither of them spoke. After he’d eaten his fill, Luke lay back on the rug, one hand behind his head, the other outstretched towards her.

This.

This was the memory he would go to when things got tough. Right at this moment things were perfect. He was completely satisfied.

It was more than he deserved.

* * *

Jenna lay down beside Luke, resting her head on his shoulder. His arm encircled her and she felt perfectly at ease, like there was nowhere else on earth she should be.

Now she understood. This was why Brooke and the girls in the office laughed at her list. Love couldn’t be tamed, whipped into shape with a set of criteria. She’d been a fool to think otherwise. Luke had asked her before if she was happy. The word seemed inadequate to describe how she felt. She felt elated, joyous and every other word the thesaurus cared to throw at her. It was as if she’d only half lived until this moment, as if she’d been missing some of the senses essential for a full life.

‘I love you, Luke.’ The words tumbled out before she could stop them.

He retracted his hand and sat up, disengaging his body from hers. ‘Jenna, you knew what this was. It was amazing, beautiful even, but it doesn’t change things.’

Her heart began to palpitate. What was he saying? That this was just sex? He’d told her intimate things about himself. Asked her to trust him. And she had. Surely that meant something? She sat up and looked him in the eyes. ‘I don’t understand.’

Luke held her gaze. ‘You’re beautiful, Jenna. The most amazing woman I’ve ever met. From the minute you stepped out of the car wearing those ridiculous shoes I’ve felt drawn to you. When I’m with you I forget everything that’s happened and I feel alive again.’ He paused and gently took her hand. ‘I’m sorry but there’s no way this can be anything more than what it is right now. You know I’m not free to leave here. I could never ask you to move here, it wouldn’t be fair. Let’s just savour what we have right now.’

‘Don’t you see? I’ve been wrong all along. Being here with you like this has made me see what’s important. It’s not my job, not where I live or any of that. It’s you, Luke. Us. We make sense together and I’m prepared to do whatever it takes to make that happen.’

He shook his head. ‘It can’t happen. I’m sorry if I led you to believe otherwise but it’s not possible.’

She snatched her hand away and folded her arms across her chest, suddenly feeling very exposed. ‘Anything is possible if you want it badly enough.’

‘Not this. I have the farm and Maggie and I can’t…’

‘I don’t understand. I thought you cared about me. I thought it was just your situation that was preventing you from taking this further. I don’t care if I have to live here. I don’t care about sharing you with Maggie. I want to be with you, Luke. It’s as simple as that.’

He leaned over and took her hand. ‘If only it was. Jenna, I — ’

‘What? You’ll always care about me? You’ll treasure this moment forever? Save it, Luke. I don’t need your crappy platitudes. You got what you wanted from me and now it’s over. I get it.’

‘It’s not like that at all. I wish it could be different. If you only knew… I’m no good for you, Jenna. I can’t give you what you need.’

Jenna knew one thing. She’d just made the biggest mistake of her life. He was just like all the rest of them. How could she have been so stupid?

She’d convinced herself that this time it would be different, that Luke cared enough about her to make her the centre of his life. But of course, she was wrong. She should’ve known from experience not to trust her instincts where love was concerned. Every time she weakened, and gave into her heart, disaster followed.

What was wrong with her?

Was she completely unlovable?

Fighting back tears she retrieved her shoes and slipped them on. She ran to the car only remembering Maggie’s basket once she was already inside. It was too bad. There was no way she was getting back out of the car to face Luke again.

‘Jenna, wait!’ Luke called, running towards her.

She ignored him and started the engine.

He banged on the window but she pretended he wasn’t there. She meant nothing to him. He had just shown her that. She had been prepared to sacrifice everything for him, but it seemed his interest in her was purely physical.

She was a damn fool.

Every man she had ever loved had abused her trust. Her father was the first one to run out on her. She’d never even had a birthday card from him, let alone seen him, from the day he’d walked out.

Her two stepfathers were no better. Both of them made endless promises they could not, or would not, keep.

Then there was Simon, Mr Perfect, or so she had thought. He’d been one half of a carefully-chosen match made in heaven. But even using her supposedly foolproof checklist hadn’t protected her from betrayal. The ink was scarcely dry on their engagement cards when he took up with Alyssa.

She’d thought Luke was different. Her gut had told her to trust in him and all would be fine.

But once again, she was wrong.

Chapter 13

Saturday morning Luke waited in the kitchen for half an hour before he realised Jenna wasn’t coming. She’d avoided him since yesterday afternoon, even missing dinner last night. Maggie said she was working on her story over at Lottie’s. He’d waited up until almost midnight before weariness got the better of him. Now, it seemed she had given him the slip again. She was definitely awake; he’d heard her moving around in her room over an hour ago, but she wasn’t there now. Maybe she was taking an early morning walk. Wherever she was he was determined to find her and talk through what had happened between them. She’d had almost 24 hours to cool off now. Hopefully he could make her see sense.

Pulling away from her yesterday had been one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. Why the hell had he lost control of himself and made love to her? He’d known in his heart that her feelings for him were more than physical, but he’d chosen to ignore that fact. He’d managed to convince himself that the physical release would free them both and allow them to part with no regrets.

Instead their lovemaking had opened up a floodgate of emotions for them both. He’d created a problem that had no answer. Jenna loved him, but he was not free to love her. She thought it was simple. Love will find a way and all that crap. It was a nice sentiment, but in reality it was no more than a tired cliché. Love didn’t conquer all. He knew that from bitter experience. Love hadn’t stopped him and Nicola from destroying each other and collecting some collateral damage along the way.

Maggie was his number one priority; she had to be for now. She was carrying his brother’s child and it was his fault that Joe wasn’t here to support her. No matter how much he wished it otherwise, Maggie was pregnant and alone, and he had a duty to her.

Yesterday, for one foolhardy moment, he’d put all that to the back of his mind and allowed himself just to enjoy being with Jenna, and for that short time he’d been wildly, insanely happy. But it was a brief respite from reality, nothing more. Jenna deserved more than to stand in the shadows of his life.

Tomorrow she would be gone, back to her life in the city. Before she left he just wanted a chance to explain himself, to tell her that he never meant to hurt her. Losing her would be hard enough, but having her hate him, that would be unbearable.

* * *

Jenna was up early after another sleepless night. Facing Luke over breakfast wasn’t something she was looking forward to. An early morning run might solve that problem. By the time she came back, Luke would be getting ready to play cricket so she should be spared the embarrassment of making small talk with him. She pulled on her runners and quietly slipped out of the house.

Try as she might, she couldn’t get yesterday’s events out of her head. When Luke had held her close and looked into her eyes, she had really thought he was ready to let her into his life. She thought he had understood the big leap of faith she was taking. She had bared her soul, as well as her body. Surely that deserved some respect? That was why his reaction had hurt so much. In the second that he pulled away from her, Jenna knew that his heart did not belong to her. She could not invest any more time in a man who was not able to love her fully.

It was time to put this whole thing behind her. Brooke would be out of hospital tomorrow morning, and they would be back in Melbourne by nightfall. She would go back to work, back to her life, and maybe, in time, she would forget all about Luke Tanner.

She slowed on the last hill before the homestead. She’d run out of shade and it was taking its toll. This run had taken more out of her than she expected. It was the heat. Although the sun had only been up for an hour or so there was a definite kick in it already. In the gap between songs on her iPod she heard the rhythmic clatter of hooves. Damn it! It had to be Luke.

Panic set in and she looked for an escape route. For a moment she considered running across the paddock and off into the bush to avoid him. Common sense, and her fear of snakes, won out. She jogged on, without looking back. Luke probably wasn’t in any hurry to see her either. Maybe he would turn around when he noticed her.

No such luck. The hoof beats drew closer.

Luke pulled the horse to a walk when he drew near. ‘You’re up early,’ he said.

‘Needed to clear my head,’ she panted.

‘I need to talk to you.’

Jenna stopped and bent over double until she had caught her breath. ‘I don’t want to talk anymore, Luke.’

He got down from his horse. ‘I want to explain — ’

‘There’s nothing to explain. You told me from the start where you stood.’

‘Jenna, I never meant for things to turn out this way. I never meant to hurt you. You don’t know how much I wish things could be different.’ He reached over and tried to grasp her hand, but she snatched it away.

Her legs began to shake and she felt nauseous. Oh God she was going to cry, or vomit. She wasn’t sure which would be worse. ‘Luke, please. Please leave me. I just want to get through today and go home. The least you can do is allow me to leave with some dignity.’

‘I really need to explain myself. There are things you need to know.’

‘For God’s sake, can’t you just leave me alone? It’s not enough that you humiliate me, now you want me to listen to all the reasons why I’m not suitable for you? I can’t take any more. Just leave me the hell alone.’

‘It’s not you — ’

‘Save it, Luke. I’m not interested.’

His expression was pained but he nodded and got back on the horse before one last attempt to make her smile. ‘Whatever you want, Miss Jimmy Shoes.’

Jenna swung around and looked at him, her queasiness replaced by a burning anger. ‘Who the hell do you think you are passing judgement on me like that? You seem to think I’m some princess who knows how to do little more than flex a credit card.’ Whatever small amount of control she’d had was gone. Her voice shook with anger.

Luke looked stunned. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that at all. It’s sort of become my pet name for you. I just — ’

‘Made an assumption about me that is totally wrong. You look at me, and you see a spoilt little rich girl who doesn’t know anything about life, but you have no idea what it’s taken for me to get to where I am now. I’m not a princess and I’m not your plaything.’

‘Jenna, please, don’t be offended. I really didn’t mean anything by it.’

‘I look around here, at this beautiful property, and see all that you’ve had; a wonderful home, a loving family, your education. I envy you, Luke, really I do. Do you know where I grew up?’

He shook his head.

‘I lived most of my life with my mother, in a one bedroom housing commission flat in Flemington. My father abandoned us and the flat was all she could afford. My second step-father moved us out to an old house in the suburbs, but when he left, Mum couldn’t pay the rent.’

‘Oh, Jenna.’

‘Don’t feel sorry for me,’ she said vehemently. ‘I’ve worked hard, and I’ve done well for myself. I’m a survivor. Don’t you dare presume to think you know anything about me.’ She turned on her heel and ran in the other direction before he had the chance to say another word.

Chapter 14

Back in the privacy of her own room, Jenna ran the shower so that Maggie wouldn’t hear her sobs and then abandoned herself to grief.

She dressed in denim shorts and a beaded singlet top. A large floppy hat and a pair of silver thongs completed her summery look. Before leaving her room she checked her face for any tell-tale signs of her tearful outburst, but it seemed her light application of makeup had hidden the evidence well. She decided to join Maggie for breakfast. If Luke was there, she would just have to bear it. Today was her last day at Tandarra and she was determined to act with grace and decorum for the remainder of it.

A delicious aroma floated down the hallway as Jenna made her way to the kitchen. Maggie was baking scones as well as the normal cooked breakfast.

‘My goodness you’ve done a day’s work already,’ Jenna said.

‘The boys love my scones for afternoon tea.’

Jenna nibbled at the toast Maggie set in front of her. ‘I don’t doubt it.’

‘Speaking of the match, you are coming aren’t you?’ Maggie asked.

Jenna shook her head. ‘I thought I’d stay here and pack.’

‘Oh.’ Maggie looked disappointed. ‘It’s just that I thought we could do that interview you wanted while we watched the game. If you’re still interested, that is.’

‘Really?’

Maggie nodded. ‘Why not? The whole Bush Blokes’ Ball was about helping Barlow swell its population. What better way to put us on the map than getting some fantastic national exposure in your magazine?’

This was too good an opportunity to pass up. Luke would be on the field all day, so there was really no reason to stay away. ‘Thank you so much. And you’re right, I’m sure my article will help put Barlow on the map. I guess if I’m going to the cricket I’d better get my sunscreen on.’

* * *

There was no action at the ground. All the players were milling around the clubhouse. Nobody seemed to be making any move to get the game underway.

‘The game should have started by now,’ Maggie said. ‘Something must have happened. I’ll go over and see what’s going on.’

Jenna stood in the shade watching as Maggie made her way to the group. Luke stepped back when he noticed Maggie approaching and made his way towards her. He was gesturing to the hills behind them.

She found her eyes drinking him in as if she was trying to etch his chiselled features into her memory forever. It was hard to believe that after tomorrow she would probably never see him again. While one part of her wanted to forget she’d ever laid eyes on him, another part knew that she could never erase the memory of their lovemaking yesterday.

Her skin tingled at the thought of his touch and she shook her head in frustration. No point dwelling on what she could not have.

‘Jenna, can you get the scones from the car for me?’ Maggie called to her. ‘There’s been a change of plan.’

Jenna grabbed the large wicker basket from the back seat and started across the oval towards Maggie.

‘What’s going on?’ she asked when she reached her.

‘There’s bushfire activity in the region. We’re not in any immediate danger but the town is on alert.’

‘Fire alert?’ Jenna didn’t try to conceal her fear.

‘Don’t worry. Everyone here is well-versed in what to do in the event of a fire. Half of the boys playing cricket are part of the fire brigade. They’re just deciding whether to go ahead with the game because it’s likely that they’ll be called out at some point today.’

‘Is Luke part of the crew?’ Fear churned her stomach at the thought of him being in danger. She frowned in annoyance at her reaction. Why should she care what happened to Luke?

Maggie placed her hand on Jenna’s arm as if to reassure her. ‘Just about everyone has a role to play. Cameron Richards is the local CFA captain. Rob, Charlotte and Luke are all part of the crew.’ She patted her bulging tummy. ‘I’m usually a crew member too, but I think I’ll have to sit out this season.’

As they headed into the clubrooms Luke stepped out to greet them. ‘We’re going to play because there’s no immediate threat,’ he said, ‘but I think you should go home and get prepared.’

Maggie nodded.

Jenna looked from Maggie to Luke. ‘What do you mean, “get prepared”?’

‘Don’t panic. Luke just means we need to enact the first part of our fire plan.’

‘Fire plan?’

‘The CFA encourage all residents in fire-prone areas to develop a fire plan so we know what to do in the event of a fire,’ Luke said.

‘So what’s your plan?’ Jenna asked. She turned her attention to Maggie, carefully avoiding any eye contact with Luke. She had no idea what Maggie’s answer would be but she hoped it was something like get in the car and drive as far away from this town as possible.

She didn’t want to appear cowardly but she wasn’t sure if she would be any good at fighting fires. She had no idea what she was doing and as much as she hated to admit it, even to herself, she was scared.

‘Right now the plan is for you and Maggie to go back home, make sure Tandarra is secure and fire ready, pack some things and get back here as quickly as possible,’ Luke said.

Maggie smiled at her reassuringly. ‘It’s just a precaution so don’t be alarmed. We’ll pack our bags and come back into town. That way we’ll be ready in the event of an evacuation.’

Jenna admired Maggie’s composure. She was such a strong woman. Eight months pregnant and her husband gone, even the threat of bushfire didn’t seem to intimidate her.

Jenna wished she felt as calm as Maggie appeared. Maybe it was just as well Luke had spurned her offer of love. Maybe she really wasn’t cut out for this life.

Luke tossed his car keys to Maggie. ‘Take the Land Cruiser. Your old girl has seen better days. The last thing you need is to have car trouble on a day like this.’

Maggie nodded. ‘Come on, Jenna. Let’s not waste time.’ She looked across at Luke. ‘Won’t be long.’

As they drove back out along Barlow Road, Jenna commented on the large black clouds looming in the distance.

‘Smoke,’ Maggie said. ‘Don’t worry, the fire’s still a fair way off.’

Jenna wished Maggie’s reassurances would dissolve the fear clenching her gut, but every time Maggie told her not to worry it seemed to have the opposite effect. She decided to talk about something other than the fire in an effort to take her mind off the danger they were possibly facing. ‘Are you still up for interview questions?’

Maggie grinned. ‘Thought you’d never ask.’

‘Is it okay if I record you on my phone?’

Maggie nodded her approval while Jenna found the app on her phone. ‘Okay, we’re good to go. Were you born here, Maggie?’

Maggie laughed. ‘No, I’m a Melbourne girl, just like you.’

Jenna couldn’t hide her surprise. ‘You’re joking? I knew you had lived in Melbourne, but I figured you must have come from here originally. You fit in so well.’

‘I moved here when Joe and I married three years ago,’ Maggie answered softly.

Jenna felt the need to acknowledge Maggie’s pain. ‘It must be so difficult to bear, especially with a baby on the way.’

‘I miss Joe every minute of every day, but carrying his child is a real comfort. I know I will have a piece of him with me always, in the child we created together.’

Jenna nodded.

‘And Luke has been wonderful. He is an amazing support. I just wish he didn’t feel so guilty about Joe’s death.’

Jenna’s curiosity got the better of her. Not that it made any difference now, but she wanted to know what had happened to make Luke blame himself for Joe’s death. ‘Why does he feel so guilty?’ she asked.

Maggie didn’t reply.

When Jenna looked over to apologise for her forwardness she found Maggie’s face contorted in pain.

‘What’s wrong?’

Maggie’s face returned to normal. ‘I’m fine,’ she said. ‘Just a twinge in my back.’ She patted her belly. ‘Occupational hazard I’m afraid.’

Jenna nodded and continued on with her questions. In no time they were back at the homestead. As she climbed out of the four-wheel drive at Tandarra, Jenna could smell smoke. The once clear day had become hazy. ‘Are you sure we don’t need to worry about this fire?’ she asked.

‘I’m sure everything’s fine,’ Maggie said, but Jenna detected a note of uncertainty in her voice. ‘Why don’t we go into the house and have a cool drink. I’ll phone the fire brigade and get an update to put your mind at rest.’

Jenna nodded obediently but a knot of fear formed in her belly as she looked up once again at the blackening sky.

Maggie went into the study to make her phone call, while Jenna poured them both a tall glass of icy lemonade. When she came back to the kitchen Jenna noticed a marked change in Maggie’s disposition.

‘The wind has changed direction,’ she said. Her voice was calm but Jenna could see the anxiety in her eyes.

‘I take it that’s not good.’

‘It means the fire has changed direction and there’s a possibility it may make it across the National Park to here.’

‘Oh good grief!’

‘Don’t panic, Jenna. There’s still plenty of time and I know exactly what to do. We’ll be fine.’

‘I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be a wimp, but I’ve never been anywhere near a bushfire before.’

‘Just try to remain calm. We’ll head back to town soon. The community hall is the local evacuation point. Before we go I need to do a few things. You can ride, right?’

‘I’m sorry?’

‘A horse, can you ride a horse?’

‘Not very well. Why?’ Jenna replied, wondering if Maggie had a touch of sunstroke.

‘I need to move some stock down to the home paddock. If the fire does come this way, the top paddocks will be the first to go.’

‘But I don’t know the first thing about moving sheep,’ Jenna protested.

‘You just need to do what I tell you. I’ll be there in the ute and the dogs do most of the work anyway. I could do it alone but it will be quicker if there are two of us, and it’s probably better if we stay together, just in case.’

Jenna’s stomach churned with fear, but she couldn’t let Maggie down. ‘I’ll do my best.’

Maggie smiled. ‘It’ll be fine, I promise. Now come on, I’d better find you some appropriate clothes.’

Maggie disappeared for a moment and returned with a pair of jeans, a long-sleeved shirt, woollen socks and a pair of boots. ‘Change into these. I’m going to have to raid Luke’s wardrobe to find something big enough to fit over this,’ she said, lightly patting her protruding belly.

Jenna raced to her room and slipped off her shorts and singlet top. She dressed quickly and went back to the kitchen. Maggie came in moments later and motioned for Jenna to follow her. She tossed Jenna a set of car keys and directed her to the garage. ‘You bring the ute around to the stables. I’ll saddle up Marmalade. She’s a real sweetheart.’

Adrenalin coursed through Jenna’s veins as she carried out Maggie’s instructions. She hadn’t ridden a horse for years, but she was determined not to let Maggie down.

Outside Jenna was confronted with a smoky haze. She tried not to panic as the gusty winds deposited ash at her feet. This was serious. At work she prided herself on being able to keep her head in a crisis. Her trademark ability to remain calm under pressure was one of the reasons she had risen to the top of her field so quickly. As editor of Gloss she had never missed one deadline. Now it was the fire providing the deadline, and it required the same approach she always took — one job at a time. With this in mind Jenna started up the ute and, after a couple of bunny hops, headed for the stables.

Maggie had the horse saddled and waiting. Marmalade seemed a lot bigger now that Jenna was expected to ride her, but she tried to disguise her fear. It took a few tries for her to mount her ride, but once seated on Marmalade’s broad back she felt surprisingly comfortable.

‘This old girl will look after you,’ Maggie said. ‘She’s herded plenty of sheep in her time, so she won’t need much direction from you. You can follow me. See you up at the top paddock.’ Maggie gave a short, sharp whistle. Two blue heelers and a kelpie came running and jumped into the back of the ute.

Maggie set off and Jenna gave Marmalade a tentative nudge with her foot. The old mare moved slowly forward, following in the ute’s wake. Maggie wasn’t going fast but Jenna soon realised that she would need to pick up the pace if she was to keep up. She nudged Marmalade up to a trot and then into a canter. Her heart raced, seeming to keep time with Marmalade’s hoof beats. Fear and elation fought to dominate her mind. The thought of the fire was terrifying but she couldn’t help but feel proud of the part she was playing to help keep Tandarra safe.

After about 10 minutes Maggie pulled over and got out. ‘You did a great job of keeping up. Well done.’

‘Thanks. I was riding with my heart in my mouth, though.’

Maggie grimaced and put her hands on the small of her back.

‘Are you okay?’ Jenna asked.

‘Just my back playing up. No time to worry about that now. We need to get this job done. You take one of the dogs and lead the way, I’ll bring up the rear.’

‘Do I need to do anything special?’

‘The dogs do most of the work. Basically you’re going to be the guide. You ride up front and lead them where you want them to go. Don’t try anything heroic, Jenna. I’d rather lose all the sheep than see you hurt.’ Maggie looked up at the sky. ‘We’d better move it. I want to get back home and get an updated fire report.’

The dogs jumped out of the ute and ran towards the herd, barking. ‘Oi, Neddy! Here boy!’ Maggie called, and the older heeler trotted back to her side. ‘You take this one. He knows what to do. You only need to know a few commands. Say “Come” when you want him to come to you, “That’ll do” when you want him to stop and “Get back” to move him away from the sheep. Honestly, it’s not that hard. Off you go then.’

‘Here, Neddy,’ Jenna called tentatively. The dog pricked up his ears and looked at Maggie.

‘Go on,’ she said and he moved off in front of Marmalade. ‘Be firm, Jenna. Let him know who’s boss.’

Maggie drove the ute into the paddock and, with the assistance of the other dogs, started driving the mob out onto the road. Jenna trotted Marmalade along in front, back along the route they’d come. To her surprise the sheep fell in behind her. Neddy darted this way and that, snapping at the heels of any sheep that strayed too far from the group.

The wind was hot and gusty, blowing dust and grit into Jenna’s face as she rode. Thick black clouds loomed as far as the eye could see. Jenna’s throat burned and her eyes stung from the smoke in the air. What if they took too long and were trapped by the fire? Her pulse throbbed in her temple as she contemplated what might happen then.

Stop it. Jenna shook her head as if to banish the thought.

One job at a time.

* * *

At lunchtime Luke made his way off the ground with the rest of the team. The wind had picked up and he noted the smell of smoke in the air. He looked out across the hills in the direction of Tandarra. Thick black clouds darkened the sky. An uneasy feeling dogged him. He looked around for his car but it was nowhere to be seen. Maggie and Jenna hadn’t made it back yet. ‘Hey, Cameron, any news on the fire front?’

‘Not yet. Lottie’s got the radio. She’ll let us know if we’re needed.’

‘I’m a bit worried about Maggie, mate. She’s back at Tandarra.’

‘Going on this morning’s report we should be fine. The front was a good 50 kilometres away.’

‘Yeah, but the wind’s changed since then.’

Cameron nodded. ‘Don’t worry, mate. Lottie will let us know if anything’s up.’

‘I guess so,’ Luke said.

The pagers started going off before they reached the clubrooms. Luke followed Cameron inside and waited while the brigade captain spoke to Lottie.

‘What’s up?’ Luke asked, as Cameron put down the phone.

‘You were right about that wind shift. The fire’s headed towards Barlow and fast. Apparently a back burn got out of control and that’s added to the problem.’

‘Hell.’

‘That’s the end of the cricket I’m afraid. We’ve been called out. Evacuation procedures are commencing as we speak. We best get the rest of the crew and head up to the station.’ Cameron started to move out the door.

‘Cameron, Maggie’s not back yet. She went back to Tandarra with Jenna.’

‘Don’t worry. Maggie knows what to do in this type of situation. She’s one of our best crew members.’

‘I know that,’ Luke snapped. ‘But she’s eight months pregnant and Jenna’s…’

‘What?’

‘She’s a city girl. I can’t see that she’d be much help. Mate, I’ve got to go up there, make sure they’re okay.’

Cameron shook his head. ‘I need every crew member available.’

‘I can’t let anything happen to Maggie, not after…’

Cameron looked at him with pity in his eyes, but for once Luke didn’t care. ‘Okay, you go. Keep in touch when you can. Once you’ve secured Tandarra you can meet up with the crew.’

‘No worries,’ Luke called as he ran out the door.

* * *

When the last stray sheep, a lively lamb, was herded into the paddock by an overexcited Neddy, Maggie shut the gate. She turned to Jenna and yelled over the roaring wind, ‘You did great, now let’s get out of here.’

Jenna grinned. The threat of the bushfire was pushed to the back of her mind as she thought about what she had just done. If only Luke had been here to see her riding out in front of the stock like an old hand. Maybe then he’d realise what a huge mistake he’d made in underestimating her.

‘Shall I take Marmalade back to the stables?’

Maggie nodded. ‘Yep. I’ll bring the ute around and meet you there. Once we’ve sorted Marmalade out we can grab our stuff and head back to town.’

Jenna didn’t bother to reply as Maggie was already making her way to the car. She tapped Marmalade with her foot, urging the mare forward once more. As they neared the stables she leaned forward and stroked Marmalade’s neck. ‘Thanks, old girl. You made me look good.’ Jenna swung her leg over and dismounted, grateful that it was a lot easier than getting onto the horse.

She was surprised to see the gate closed and Maggie nowhere in sight. She could see the ute parked close to the house and assumed Maggie wouldn’t be far away. The stable wasn’t locked so she pushed the gate open and led Marmalade inside. Maybe Maggie was phoning for an updated fire report. Well, she could unsaddle Marmalade herself. She hadn’t had to do anything like this since pony camp, but how hard could it be? The mare stood patiently while Jenna fumbled with the straps under her belly. The process came back to her quickly. It wasn’t rocket science after all. She worked as fast as she could to remove the saddle and bridle, stowing them in the tack room at the back of the stables when she was done. Feeling pleased with herself, she gave Marmalade a parting neck rub and headed back outside.

The sky had taken on an eerie orange hue and the smoke had increased. Jenna could barely make out the house, even though it couldn’t be more than 50 metres away. She wiped the sweat from her brow. Wearing heavy clothes in this heat had caused her to perspire more than at her normal gym workout. She couldn’t wait to have a shower, but by the look of the sky there wouldn’t be time for that.

As Jenna got closer to the house she noticed the ute was parked near the kitchen veranda and not in the garage. Maybe Maggie was planning a quick getaway, and if that was the case then she’d better move herself. Jenna broke into a run. When she got near the ute she could see the driver’s door was wide open. She squinted into the haze.

Oh hell.

Maggie was slumped over the steering wheel. She raced to Maggie’s side.

‘What’s wrong?’ she shouted.

Maggie lifted her head and Jenna saw her face was beet red and set in a grimace.

‘What is it?’

Maggie didn’t answer immediately. She took large breaths and seemed to be concentrating on something Jenna couldn’t see. Suddenly her face relaxed. ‘Jenna I’m so sorry. My waters have broken.’

Jenna was confused for a moment. Then it dawned on her. ‘So this means — ’

‘I’m in labour, Jenna. The baby is coming.’

Chapter 15

It wasn’t until he reached the spot where he had parked his car that Luke remembered it wasn’t there. Maggie had taken it. Her old station wagon wasn’t the best choice to be driving in fire, especially if he found himself on the back tracks at any stage.

Damn.

Rob was nearby, climbing into his battered Nissan Patrol. Luke yelled out to him in desperation. ‘Rob, mate, can we do a swap? Can I borrow the Patrol? Maggie’s got my car.’

Rob looked confused. ‘Jump in. I’ll give you a ride to the fire station.’

Luke shook his head. ‘I’m not going to the station. I’ve got to get back home, Maggie and Jenna went back to Tandarra over an hour ago. I’ve got to go see if they’re okay. I need a decent vehicle.’

A shadow of concern crossed Rob’s face. He threw Luke the keys. ‘I’ll leave Maggie’s car here, in case she comes back. Can you drop me at the station on your way?’

‘No worries.’

Rob winced as Luke reversed out at top speed and raced towards the fire station. ‘Steady on, mate. We want to get there alive.’

Luke frowned, but eased back a little on the accelerator.

‘Maggie’s a sensible woman. She’s probably fire proofing the property. She wouldn’t do anything silly.’ Rob said.

‘Yeah, I know, but I have this terrible feeling that something is wrong.’

‘At least she’s not on her own.’

Luke didn’t answer. Jenna would be absolutely terrified, he was sure. Whatever happened, Luke knew that Maggie would stay calm. She was a strong, capable woman, who could face just about anything. She would keep Jenna safe if it was possible, but by the look of that sky the fire was racing towards the township. He could only pray that Tandarra was left untouched.

He brought the car to a screeching halt outside the CFA station. Rob jumped out and as he was closing the door, Luke started to move off.

‘Luke, wait!’ Rob shouted. ‘At least let me get an updated report inside. You’ll make better time if you know which roads are closed.’

‘Yeah, I guess you’ve got a point. But hurry, man, hurry.’ He revved the engine a little for emphasis.

When Rob returned his face was grim. ‘There’s no way through. All the roads to the north of the town are closed. The crew from Curlewis have a back burn going up Old School Road. You just can’t get through.’

‘Bullshit! I have to get through. No one knows that land like I do. I’ll make it somehow.’

‘Bloody hell, Luke, you’re mad.’

‘Rob, there are two women out there, God knows if they’re even at the homestead. I have to find them. I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to either one of them.’

Rob shook his head. ‘If you’re determined to go then let me come with you. I’ll drive and you can navigate.’

‘If you’re coming, get in. I’m driving.’ Luke revved the engine again.

‘Let me grab some gear. First aid stuff in case we need it.’

‘There’s no time for that.’

‘For God’s sake, Luke, if they’re out on the road somewhere, they might be hurt. We need to take some basics.’

Rob was right. No point going out there underprepared. ‘Okay, I’ll try phoning the house while you grab a few things, but we need to be quick.’

The fire station was a hive of activity. No one took any notice of Luke and Rob as they scrambled around in the supply room, grabbing rugs, bandages, water and protective clothing. Luke used the station phone as he watched Rob shove as much stuff as possible into his cricket bag.

‘No one answering?’ Rob asked as Luke slammed down the phone.

He shook his head. ‘I’m getting a recorded message saying the phone is out of order. The lines must be down. We need to get out of here,’ Luke said, already halfway out the door.

They sped out of town with Luke at the wheel and Rob hanging on for his life.

* * *

Jenna felt a large lump welling in her throat as she put the phone down. The line was dead.

Maggie was in the shower. Apparently hot water eased the pain of her contractions. Jenna had helped her to undress and told her not to worry. She’d phone for an ambulance and everything would be fine. Now the phone was dead.

Jenna flipped open her mobile for what seemed like the hundredth time. Nothing had changed. There was still no signal. It looked like she would have to drive Maggie into town and seek assistance there.

A loud moan from the bathroom propelled Jenna into action. She ran to the bathroom to find Maggie with her head leaning up against the shower wall, groaning in pain.

‘How are you doing?’ she said.

‘Is the ambulance here?’ Maggie panted.

‘Maggie, I’m sorry, the phone’s not working. I can’t call anyone.’

Maggie swung around and looked at her. Jenna saw the desperation in her eyes. ‘No one’s coming?’

‘Don’t panic. I’ll just drive you into town.’

‘What good will that do? It’s not like there’s a medical centre.’ Jenna detected a note of hysteria in her voice.

‘Surely there’s a doctor in town?’

‘No.’ Maggie looked up as if something had just occurred to her. ‘Jenna, I need Luke.’

‘Once we get to town I’ll do everything I can to find him. But right now we need to get you some medical help.’

Maggie responded with a moan as another contraction took hold of her.

Jenna felt totally helpless. She waited until Maggie’s face relaxed and then continued to question her about the best place to find help. ‘Is there a nurse in town?’

Maggie shook her head. ‘The nearest medical help is the hospital where Brooke is. The only person I can think of who might be able to help other than Luke is Agnes Fraser. She used to be a midwife years ago.’

‘Will she still be in town do you think?’

Maggie winced as she nodded. ‘Everyone will be in the community hall. It’s the designated evacuation point.’

‘Right. We’ll head back into town then. Do you need my help to get dressed?’

‘No, but you should turn on the TV and see if you can get an updated fire report before we go.’

Jenna nodded. ‘Just yell if you need my help.’

Jenna ran to the lounge room, switched the TV on and flicked through the channels until she found the local station. Normal programming had been replaced by news coverage of the fires. It took her a moment to absorb what she was seeing. There was aerial footage of the National Park and it was ablaze. The news bar at the bottom of the screen reported residents in Barlow had already been evacuated and that the town was now cut off.

We’re going to die!

Jenna took a deep breath and tried to collect her thoughts.

Surely Luke would come looking for Maggie? Yes, of course Luke would come for them. But what if he couldn’t? What if something had happened to him? She shook her head. It was pointless to think like that. Time to pull herself together and get the job done.

She had to think about Maggie. The most important thing was to keep her calm so she was able to deliver her baby safely. Jenna looked down at her hands. They were still shaking. And dirty, she realised. Not the hands of a midwife. But she was all that Maggie had right now. She would not fail her. All problems had a solution. How many times had she said these very words to her young staff? She would tackle this problem the way she tackled every challenge — one job at a time.

She concentrated on the news bulletin, trying to glean as much information as she could. It seemed most of the fire fighting efforts were concentrated around the township, which was now under direct threat. The fire was approaching Barlow from two different directions and disaster seemed imminent. The newsreader’s voice was grim as she reported that many buildings had been destroyed in outlying areas and, while there was no confirmed loss of life, there were several persons unaccounted for.

With a sinking heart Jenna realised she was one such person.

* * *

Luke headed north until he could see the roadblock. As soon as the flashing lights came into sight he swung the truck to the left and headed off road. ‘What the hell are you doing?’ Rob yelled as they thumped over bush and bracken.

‘There’s a track up here. It loops around the back end of Tandarra. It’s a bit rough, but it’ll get us there.’

‘Steady on, Luke. We’re not in your Land Cruiser now. This is an old truck.’

‘I guess you won’t mind if she cops a bit of collateral damage then?’ Luke said with a grin.

Rob just shook his head.

After five minutes of thrashing around in the bush Luke saw a clearing up ahead. ‘There it is,’ he said. ‘Black Creek Track. It follows the creek that cuts across the top end of the property. We’ll be right now.’

‘If we don’t run into a fire front,’ Rob said.

Luke looked at the thick clouds of smoke surrounding them. He knew Rob was right but it was a risk he had to take. ‘I haven’t seen any spot fires yet,’ he said. ‘I think we’ll be okay. Didn’t Cameron say the front was approaching from the north? We’re headed west at the moment.’

Rob looked doubtful but he didn’t reply.

The track was worse than Luke remembered. It was overgrown in parts and full of potholes. He pushed the ute as hard as he could but their progress was painfully slow.

‘I didn’t even know this track existed,’ Rob shouted over the road noise.

‘Dad used to bring Joe and me down here to fish in the creek when we were little,’ Luke said. ‘I don’t think anyone uses it much these days. Although Maggie reckons some of the young blokes bring their girlfriends out here from time to time.’

‘Hell!’

Rob’s shout alerted Luke to the bright orange glow now visible through the blanket of smoke that enveloped them. The fire front would be upon them at any moment.

‘You’ll have to turn around,’ Rob yelled. ‘We can’t get through.’

Luke knew he was right. No matter how much he wanted to get to Jenna, and to Maggie, this route was impassable. He slammed the truck into reverse and executed a three-point turn.

‘Damn!’ To his horror they were confronted by more thick smoke and another front coming towards them.

‘What are we going to do?’ Rob said.

‘I’ll try to find a clearing to park the truck in. It’s too dangerous to leave the vehicle so we’ll just have to stop and take our chances,’ Luke said.

‘Sounds like a plan,’ Rob said but his face was grim.

Luke pushed the old truck as fast as he could while they searched for a place to stop.

‘There,’ Rob yelled, pointing at a larger dirt track off to the left.

Luke swung the wheel hard and propelled the truck up the track until they hit the widest spot. He screeched to a halt and looked at Rob. ‘Grab the blankets out of the back and wind your window up.’

Rob nodded and did as Luke said. Luke checked the headlights were on and made sure all the windows and vents were closed.

‘Don’t shut the engine off.’ Rob said. ‘The fuel will evaporate in the heat if it’s not circulating. We’ll never get it started again if we switch off.’

Luke nodded his agreement. ‘Get on the floor and cover yourself with the blanket,’ he yelled above the roar. ‘It’s our only hope.’

* * *

Jenna found Maggie sitting on her bed. ‘We’re trapped, aren’t we?’ she asked.

Jenna nodded. ‘I think so. The town’s been evacuated. Apparently the wind change caused a back burn to get out of control. There are several fronts surrounding us.’

‘Are there any injuries?’

Jenna shook her head. ‘Not that they know of.’

‘Jenna, you are going to have to do a few things to help keep us safe.’

‘Just tell me what you need me to do.’

‘You need to go outside and hose the house down. Hose any embers you see and move anything you think might fuel the fire. There shouldn’t be anything because Luke keeps the place as fireproof as possible, but check anyway.’ Maggie gasped and let out a soft moan.

‘Are you sure you want me to leave you alone?’

Maggie nodded. ‘We don’t have a choice. It has to be done. Besides, I’ve been timing the contractions. They’re still five minutes apart so we have some time.’

‘If you’re sure.’

‘Yes, just hurry. I’ll try to fill some containers with water between contractions.’

Jenna did as Maggie said. Outside it was almost impossible to see more than a metre ahead because of the smoke. Jenna’s eyes watered and her nostrils burned as she tried her best to hose down the house. Maggie was right, there was nothing obvious that needed to be moved away from the house. Luke had done a good job of keeping the area free from potential fire hazards. If only he was here, none of this would seem so bad. He would take control and tell her everything would be just fine. But he wasn’t here. It was all up to her. If she and Maggie were going to survive this then she would have to put her fear on hold and make the best decisions she could. There was no other choice.

When she was satisfied she had carried out all of Maggie’s instructions, Jenna headed back inside. As soon as she opened the door she heard a loud moaning coming from the direction of Maggie’s bedroom. She ran there to find Maggie writhing in pain on her four-poster bed.

‘Jenna,’ she panted. ‘The baby’s coming now!’ and another moan escaped her lips.

‘It’s okay, Maggie. I’m here now,’ Jenna said.

Bloody hell.

What on earth did she know about childbirth? Why had she closed her eyes during every single birth scene in Grey’s Anatomy?

She looked down at her hands. They were absolutely filthy again. That was one thing she did know — that delivering a baby with dirty hands was not a good idea. ‘I’m just going to wash my hands,’ she called to Maggie. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.’ She ran into her bathroom and discarded the grubby jumper she was wearing. She rolled up her shirtsleeves and scrubbed her hands and face. Finally she grabbed a scarf from her dresser and fashioned it into a bandana. She didn’t need her hair falling in her face at a critical moment.

‘Jenna!’ Maggie screamed. ‘Help me.’

Jenna ran back to the bedroom to find Maggie lying in a pool of blood-stained fluid. She did her best to keep the alarm she felt to herself. She grabbed some towels from Maggie’s bathroom and placed them under Maggie, hoping they would absorb the blood and make her more comfortable.

‘I need to push,’ Maggie panted. ‘Luke! I need Luke, now!’

Jenna shook her head. As much as she wanted to see Luke she doubted he would be much use in this situation. Not that she had a clue what to do or how to help. Didn’t women in third world countries do this without assistance every day? Women had been having babies since the dawn of time without medical assistance. Surely Maggie’s body knew what it was doing?

‘Luke isn’t here, Maggie. You’ll have to make do with me. So come on, push away. Let’s get this baby out.’

* * *

There was a deafening roar outside the car and the heat inside was nearly unbearable. Luke crouched under his blanket silently, waiting for the front to pass. He prayed that Jenna and Maggie were at the homestead and not caught on the road like this. Maggie was sensible enough but surviving a bushfire in a vehicle was a lot less likely than if you took shelter in a building, especially a well-prepared residence like Tandarra. The thought of Jenna cowering on the floor of his car made Luke shudder. He knew she would be terrified. He desperately wanted to be with her, to hold her and tell her everything would be fine. Right now, though, the prospects of everything being okay were looking rather slim.

Suddenly he realised the roar had dulled. In fact it was relatively quiet outside. Luke poked his head out from under the blanket. It was still very smoky outside but the front appeared to have passed. ‘Rob, mate, are you OK?’

‘Right as rain, buddy.’

Luke began to laugh. ‘We made it. We’re alive,’ he said, slapping Rob on the back as he climbed into the front seat. ‘Now let’s go home.’

* * *

Maggie had been pushing for almost an hour now and there was still no sign of the baby. Jenna had no idea whether this was normal, but her gut reaction was that something was wrong. She tried to stay calm, mopping Maggie’s brow between pushes and forcing her to take little sips of water every now and then. She wished she at least had a phone so she could ask someone’s advice, but the line remained dead. She was on her own.

Maggie propped herself up on her elbows and creased her brow in preparation for another push and Jenna sat beside her whispering words of encouragement. ‘Come on Maggie, make it a big one. Let’s get this little one out.’

After a minute of pushing, Maggie groaned and slumped back onto the bed. ‘It’s no use, Jenna. It’s never coming out,’ she said, tears streaming down her face.

‘You’re just tired,’ Jenna said. ‘Try to relax your body and take some deep breaths. I’m sure it will be over soon.’

The sound of a car horn made Jenna jump up from the bed. She ran to the window and threw back the curtain. Rob’s truck was hurtling towards the house.

‘Someone’s here, Maggie,’ she cried. ‘Everything is going to be alright.’ Jenna ran out onto the veranda to see Luke running towards her and Rob following behind.

Luke picked her up off her feet and swung her around joyously. ‘I’m so happy you’re okay. I’ve been so worried about you.’ He planted his mouth on hers and tried to kiss her but she pulled away.

‘Maggie is having the baby.’

‘What? That’s impossible, it’s too early.’

‘She’s been in labour for hours and I think there’s something wrong. Come on, I need your help.’

Luke stood very still. ‘First labours are often prolonged. I’m sure she’s fine.’

What the hell did he know about first labours? And why wasn’t he moving? Did he not understand how serious this was? ‘Nevertheless, she’s been asking for you.’

Luke still didn’t move. ‘I can’t help her, Jenna.’

‘Luke! Are you joking? Maggie needs your support.’

He stood his ground.

Jenna looked at Rob for an explanation but he just shook his head and pushed past Luke. ‘Do you still have your medical bag?’ he asked.

Luke hung his head. ‘Under my bed,’ he said.

‘You’re a doctor?’ Jenna cried incredulously.

‘No, I’m not,’ he said.

‘I’ll grab the bag and check on her,’ Rob said. He looked at Luke. ‘Enough of this self-indulgent crap. Get a grip on yourself, man.’

Luke covered his face with his hands.

‘For God’s sake, Luke, what’s going on?’ Jenna yelled. ‘Maggie has been asking for you. If you’ve got some type of medical training, great. If not, she still needs your support, so get over yourself and get in there.’

Abruptly, his demeanour changed. It was as if an electric shock had brought him back to life. ‘Yes, of course,’ he said.

* * *

Together they ran to Maggie’s bedroom. ‘I’m here, Maggie,’ he said, kneeling down beside her.

Maggie moaned in reply.

‘I know this is probably awkward for you, but is it okay if I examine you?’

‘I don’t care. Please just get. It. Out.’ Maggie grunted out the final words as another contraction took hold.

Luke slipped to the other end of the bed so he could assess her progress.

‘Good news, sweetheart,’ he said. ‘I saw your baby with that last push. Won’t be long now.’

Jenna was standing beside him, looking calm but concerned. ‘Was that the baby’s head just now?’

Luke shook his head. ‘No, unfortunately.’ He didn’t want to frighten Maggie but he knew there was no point in lying. ‘Maggie, the baby is breech,’ he said.

‘No,’ she started to sob. ‘Luke, please help me. Don’t let my baby die.’

Jenna moved to Maggie’s side and began to stroke her hair. ‘Shh,’ she said. ‘Everything’s going to be fine.’

Luke looked up and gave Jenna a smile. She was coping with all this far better than he ever would have imagined. ‘Jenna’s right. We’re going to look after you, I promise. Breech births are very common and there’s no reason you can’t deliver normally. You just need to listen to me and do what I say, okay?’

Maggie nodded.

Rob moved to the doorway. ‘If you don’t need me, I’m going to head outside and start hosing embers. Just because the fire front has passed doesn’t mean the property is out of danger.’

‘Good thinking, Rob. Mate, while you’re out there, get Lottie on the radio and give her a heads up on what’s going on here. Ask her to send an ambulance crew ASAP,’ Luke said.

Rob nodded and set off to carry out Luke’s instructions.

Luke turned his attention back to Maggie. ‘We need to move you to the edge of the bed. Jenna, get up on the bed behind her and support her.’

Jenna did as he said.

‘Now, Maggie, I’m going to support your baby as it’s born. When I tell you, it’s really important to give one long continuous push. Can you do that?’

‘I think so,’ she said.

With Maggie’s next contraction two buttocks appeared. ‘You’re doing great, Maggie. Rest before the next contraction, because I need you to really push next time,’ Luke said.

Another contraction and the body, up to the chest, came out. Luke knew now that the chest was free it was important to get the baby out before the head put pressure on the umbilical cord. Cord prolapse was potentially fatal. Adrenalin pumped through his body but he knew he had to stay calm for Maggie’s sake. ‘Push, Maggie, push. Keep it going, a big long one.’

Jenna was talking quietly to Maggie. ‘You can do this, Maggie, I know you can.’

Maggie let out an enormous scream and with that her baby boy slid into Luke’s steady hands.

Luke held him up for Maggie to see.

‘It’s a boy,’ she cried. ‘I have a baby boy.’

Jenna was laughing and crying all at once, but Luke knew his job wasn’t done yet. ‘Jenna, bring me my bag,’ he said as calmly as he could.

‘Why isn’t he crying?’ Maggie asked. ‘Oh God, Luke, what’s wrong with him?’

Luke didn’t answer as he fished around in his medical bag. He found scissors and a clamp, to cut and secure the umbilical cord. That done, he laid the baby on the dresser and slid his little finger into its mouth, clearing the baby’s airway of mucus. ‘Jenna, can you look in my bag to see if my resus mask is there? It’s a mask with a bag attached.’

Jenna grabbed the bag and started emptying its contents while Luke put his mouth over the baby’s mouth and nose and breathed gently.

‘Is this it?’ Jenna asked, holding up a mask and bag.

Luke nodded as he took it from her. Damn! The mask was way too big. ‘There should be a smaller mask in there,’ he said.

Jenna continued to look without success. ‘I can’t see it,’ she said.

He would just have to continue with mouth to mouth. He puffed gently again and after five breaths paused to rub the baby’s chest.

Maggie was wailing hysterically on the bed. Jenna went to her and attempted to comfort her.

Come on little man. Breathe!

Another five gentle puffs and then, finally, Maggie and Joe’s son decided to do the job himself. Not long after a tiny cry rang out.

‘Oh thank God,’ Maggie cried.

Jenna handed Luke a clean towel. He wrapped his nephew up and passed the tiny bundle to Maggie.

Chapter 16

Luke looked at Maggie holding her newborn son and a wave of relief washed over him. ‘Congratulations, Maggie. You’re a mum.’

‘Thank you,’ she said, her face shining with tears. ‘I couldn’t have done it without you.’

Luke smiled at her. ‘You did all the hard work,’ he said. As he watched her planting kisses on her tiny son’s head, tears began to well in his eyes. ‘I’m just going to check how Rob’s getting on. You’ll be alright for a minute or two?’

Maggie nodded, not lifting her eyes from the baby, and he was able to escape the room without her noticing his emotional state. He made it onto the veranda before his shoulders heaved and shook with silent sobs he was unable to suppress. Amongst the smoke and burning embers he allowed himself to let out all the emotions he’d been holding onto for the past few months.

When he regained some of his composure, he looked to the sky, wondering if there was any possibility that the essence of his brother knew that his child had been born. It was at that moment he heard the first fat raindrop plopping onto the tin roof. He decided to choose hope over reason.

‘Congratulations, Joe,’ he said. ‘You have a beautiful baby son. I want you to know I will always look out for him…and for Maggie.’

‘Luke.’

He turned to find Jenna standing behind him. ‘How long have you been there?’

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude.’ There was no warmth in her voice.

Luke smiled at her. ‘You’re not,’ he said. ‘Thanks to you I have a nephew. You did a great job, Jenna.’

She folded her arms across her body and shook her head. ‘I did nothing.’

‘Are you kidding? You kept Maggie calm through her whole labour. That’s so important. And you made me realise what an idiot I’ve been. Without you I might never have had the courage to step into that room.’

‘About that…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Why didn’t you tell me you were a doctor?’

He shrugged. ‘I’m not. Not anymore.’

Jenna sighed and began to walk away. ‘I guess you don’t owe me any explanations.’

‘Jenna, wait. I think I probably do owe you an explanation after what you’ve been through. I tried to tell you this earlier but — ’

She shook her head. ‘Right now I think Maggie would like to see you.’

He nodded. ‘Yes, she shouldn’t be on her own in any case. We can talk later. We have a few things to get sorted first. Can you see if you can find Rob, see if he needs a hand with anything? Ask him if there’s any update on an ambulance.’

‘Maggie and the baby are okay aren’t they?’

‘Maggie’s fine. I’ll just need to check that the placenta is fully delivered and keep an eye on her until the ambos get here, but she looks pretty good considering what she’s been through.’

‘And the baby?’

‘He’s little but strong. Of course I’ll be happier when he’s had a full check up from a paediatrician but he looks perfect to me. Once you’ve found Rob you can come inside and help me clean him up if you like.’

‘Okay.’

He watched her walk away, wondering how he could bear to let her go, at the same time knowing that he had to. He would not make the same mistake twice.

No time to dwell on his losses now. He needed to get back to Maggie and the baby and make sure everything was fine.

Maggie looked up at him as he sat beside her on the bed. Her face shone with pride. ‘Luke,’ she said, ‘I want to introduce you to your nephew, Joseph Luke Tanner.’ She handed the baby to him. ‘Joey,’ she said, ‘say hello to your Uncle Luke.’

* * *

‘Hey Rob, how are you doing?’

‘All good here, Jenna. The rain’s a bloody godsend. How’s it going inside?’

‘It’s a boy!’

Rob grinned. ‘I’d suggest getting some cigars, but clearly there’s enough smoke around here.’

Jenna laughed. ‘Luke asked me to check for news of the ambulance.’

‘I spoke to Lottie and she said she’d make sure that the first available unit was sent. A fire truck’s on its way out here too. They’re in this area to mop up, keep an eye on things. All in all I don’t think it’s been as bad as we feared.’

‘How’s everyone else? Is there much damage?’

‘Early reports are good. No loss of life. I don’t know about houses or stock.’

‘Have you heard anything about Mynyip? Is Brooke safe?’

‘The fire bypassed Mynyip altogether. Brooke’s fine. No doubt worried about you, but I’ll get word to her as soon as I can that everyone here is safe and well.’

Jenna smiled. ‘I’m sure I’m not the only person that Brooke is worried about.’ A siren drew her attention. ‘Do you think that’s the ambulance?’

‘Yep,’ Luke responded from behind her.

After all that had happened it was hard to maintain her anger towards him. She was exhausted and being furious took energy. Obviously Luke had his reasons for not wanting her in his life. After surviving a bushfire and being part of bringing a new life into the world, her broken heart seemed a trifling matter.

Soon she’d be home and she could wallow in her discontent as much as she liked, but right now it was time for a truce. She smiled at him. ‘How’s it all going, Uncle Luke?’

Luke grinned. ‘Pretty well, actually. Mother and baby are all ready for their big trip to the city.’

‘The city? I thought they’d take Maggie to Mynyip?’

Luke shook his head. ‘Joey is almost four weeks premature. Although he seems fine, it would be best if they were in a big city hospital, in case of complications.’

‘I’ll go down to the gate to direct the ambulance,’ Rob said.

‘Thanks mate.’ He turned to Jenna. ‘I’m going to head to Melbourne to be with them.’

‘Oh,’ said Jenna. ‘Of course.’ So this was it, then.

‘I’d offer for you to stay here but I’m a bit concerned about you being here on your own in the current situation. The immediate fire threat is over but it doesn’t mean it’s totally safe to be here.’

‘I’ll pack my things and head into town for the night.’

‘Actually I’d feel better if you were safely out of town and I know Maggie would too. What if I make a call to the hospital and see if I can get Brooke released tonight. That way I can follow the two of you safely back to the highway. I’ll be happier knowing that you are back in Melbourne out of harm’s way.’

Out of your way.

‘There’s no need for you to follow us. I’m sure we’ll be fine.’

‘Please, Jenna, let me do this for you. After all you’ve done for us today. You’ve been amazing and not just at helping deliver the baby. Maggie told me how you helped her move the stock.’

‘All in a day’s work,’ she said.

‘I misjudged you. You were right. When we first met I thought you were a spoilt city girl who wouldn’t know how to get her hands dirty. I’m sorry.’

Jenna felt her face colour at the memory of her earlier outburst. ‘Forget it. I’ll just go inside and say a quick goodbye to Maggie and pack my stuff. What time do you want to leave?’

‘I guess it all depends on what time I can organise to get Brooke released, but let’s plan on as soon as possible.’

So this was it. There was to be no Hollywood ending. Luke was not going to change his mind about not letting her into his life. He wasn’t going to tell her that the fear of losing her in the fire had made him realise how much he loved her, or suddenly drop on one knee and ask her to be his wife.

There was nothing more she could do. Yesterday’s anger had dissipated and now she was left with a gaping empty hole inside. At least she’d learnt something about herself today. She’d always prided herself on being a survivor, but deep down inside she knew everything she did, every choice she made, was born out of fear. Today she’d proved to herself that she was strong, just like Maggie and the other women she admired here. When faced with adversity she’d risen to the challenge. Her heart might be broken now, but she knew that she would survive.

* * *

No one, not even Maggie, knew the full extent of what had happened to Joe. He’d never been able to tell the whole story. Even now, it was too painful to think about, let alone put words to. And yet he knew he had to.

Yesterday when he and Jenna had made love, he knew that there was something special between then. Something that at any other time in his life would lead to a deep commitment on his part, but right now that couldn’t happen. The look on Jenna’s face when he’d pulled away from her had haunted him all day. Thank God she was safe and he didn’t have to worry about it being the defining image he remembered her by. He already had enough unsettling visions disturbing his sleep.

He owed it to Jenna to explain why he wasn’t fit to be part of her life.

‘Luke, Maggie and the baby are all loaded up and ready to go. Did you want to say goodbye?’ Rob shouted.

Luke jumped down off the veranda and made his way to the back of the ambulance.

‘Sort out things here,’ Maggie said. ‘Don’t worry about us. We’re in good hands.’

‘I’ll be there tonight. Just try and keep me away!’

Maggie smiled. ‘Make sure you look after Jenna.’

He nodded as the ambulance officer came to close the door. Luke gave one last wave as the ambulance made its way down the driveway and then he headed inside to call the Mynyip hospital. By the time he’d done that and had a quick shower, Jenna was sitting at the kitchen table with her suitcase at her side.

‘How did you get on with getting Brooke released?’ she asked, pulling her still-damp hair up into a ponytail.

‘The resident will come and sign her release forms in a couple of hours, so there’s no rush to leave. I guess we may as well have a cup of tea and a sandwich. When was the last time you ate?’

Jenna shrugged. ‘Breakfast I think. You?’

‘Same.’

Neither spoke for a few minutes as they stood side by side in the kitchen, Jenna making fresh salad sandwiches and Luke sorting out the tea. When they were both seated with a meal in front of them, Luke could delay the conversation no more. ‘Jenna, about yesterday — ’

‘I don’t want to talk about yesterday. I thought I’d made that clear.’

He nodded. ‘I know, but there’s something I need to tell you. It’s about the accident and what happened to my dad and my brother.’

‘What does that have to do with yesterday?’

‘I’ve never told the full story to anyone but I think you need to hear it. Maybe then you’ll understand why we can’t be together and it has nothing to do with me not caring about you.’

She didn’t answer, but Luke was determined to go on, with or without her permission. He looked down at his hands, unable to meet her eyes as he unburdened himself. ‘The accident was my fault. Joe’s death was my fault. I killed him. That’s why it’s so important to me to care for Maggie and the baby. If it wasn’t for me, Joe would still be here.’

‘What are you talking about? I thought your dad was driving the car? How could it be your fault?’

‘For starters Dad and Joe should never have been in the car in the first place.’

‘Why not? Where were you all going?’

‘We were looking for Nicola. We’d had a big argument, Nic and I, and she’d taken off in my car.’

‘Nicola?’

‘My girlfriend… My fiancée, actually.’

Jenna’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘I didn’t realise you were engaged.’

‘I was, back then.’ He saw a flicker of hurt in her eyes. He knew she’d be wondering why he hadn’t mentioned this fact before, but he needed to get this story out without being side-tracked.

‘Nic and I fought and she took off. I thought she’d just drive around a bit and cool off, but when she didn’t come back after a few hours I started to worry.

‘I tried calling her mobile, but she wasn’t answering. I didn’t know if she was mad, out of range or what.’

‘So you went looking for her?’

‘Yeah, we all did. Nic had my car, which had been playing up. I thought maybe she’d broken down somewhere out of mobile range, so I asked Joe if he would drive me around to look for her. I couldn’t drive because…because I’d been drinking.’ Luke paused for a minute, waiting for her to react, but she sat silently waiting for him to go on.

‘Then Dad got wind of what was going on and decided he would drive us in his four-wheel drive. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. Nic and I had fought pretty loudly and when she drove off I downed a few beers. I think Dad was worried about me.’ He picked up the mug of tea and took a swig, hoping she hadn’t noticed the unsteadiness that had crept into his voice.

‘Just because your dad and brother wanted to help you doesn’t make what happened your fault. It was an accident.’

If only it were that simple. Luke exhaled and went to pick up his tea again but now his hands were shaking. He placed them on his knees, under the table where Jenna couldn’t see the toll this confession was taking. ‘This might be hard for you to understand but the whole thing was my fault. I was so bloody self absorbed back then, every decision I made was about me, what I wanted, and I never stopped to think about how that affected anyone else.’

He could tell by her expression that she was utterly confused.

‘Nic should never have been here in the first place,’ he said by way of explanation. ‘She hated it here, but I ignored that.’

‘We all make mistakes. I still don’t see — ’

‘Dad drove because he could see I was in no condition to. I was angry and worried. In a real state. He was my dad, he was looking out for me.’

Jenna looked at him with sympathy, or was that pity in her eyes?

‘After an hour of driving around I finally got a call from Nic’s sister, Sarah, in Melbourne. She’d driven there and Sarah had convinced her to stay the night.’ He stopped, his gut clenching at the memory of what came next.

Jenna said nothing.

Maybe this was a mistake. What was the bloody point of telling her? He was never going to see her again. What did it matter what she thought?

Somehow it did.

‘I was relieved, if the truth be known. I was tired of having the same old argument with her and I was happy to have a break. So I didn’t follow her any further. Dad turned the car around and we headed home.

‘Joe and I were mucking around in the car, stirring each other, the way we always did. It was dark by then and I didn’t notice Dad was in trouble until it was too late.’

‘What happened?’ Her voice was soft, her tone sympathetic.

‘We didn’t realise right away, but he was having a heart attack. He veered off the road and hit a tree.’

‘Oh God, Luke…’ Her hand slid across the table towards him but he shook his head. He couldn’t risk stopping here, not when he’d come this far.

‘Joe was in the front passenger seat. His side of the car took the major impact, but he looked surprisingly okay, you know? He had a cut on his head and he was trapped because of the way the car crumpled, but he was talking, he said he was fine…’ Luke swiped away a tear with the back of his hand. Shit. Now she was crying too.

‘And your dad?’

Luke took a breath to steady himself. ‘Dad was in trouble. I knew that right away. Joe told me to help Dad, to sort him out first, and so I did. Christ, Jenna, I’m supposed to be a doctor, a trained professional. Two years in emergency medicine at The Alfred Hospital and I still managed to make the biggest rookie mistake ever.’

Her brow was creased with anxiety and confusion. ‘I don’t understand. What did you do?’

‘I listened to Joe. I didn’t even stop to examine him. I dragged Dad from the car and started CPR. I worked on him for 10 minutes, only stopping briefly to call emergency services. By the time the ambos arrived to take over, Joe had lost consciousness and Dad was already dead.’

‘And Joe?’

Luke lowered his eyes, unable to look at the pity in hers. ‘No. He never regained consciousness. He died in intensive care three days later.’

‘Luke,’ she whispered, ‘I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through, but surely you know that none of that was your fault?’

‘I made the wrong call. There was no saving Dad. No matter what I did that night, he wasn’t going to survive. But Joe? If I’d done some basic things right in the beginning, taken some steps to stop the blood loss, who knows? Maybe he’d have had a fighting chance. Maybe his wife wouldn’t be preparing to bring up a child on her own.’

* * *

His face radiated pain. Despite her residual hurt and anger from yesterday’s fiasco, Jenna felt an overwhelming desire to take him in her arms and comfort him, but she knew that would be a mistake. ‘And Nicola?’ she asked. ‘What happened with her?’

Luke placed his elbows on the table and dropped his head into his hands. Jenna waited for what seemed like an age. Finally he lifted his head. ‘We just couldn’t…after the accident. Nicola and I didn’t make it.’

So this was the cause of his reluctance to be with her. Now finally she understood. Luke couldn’t give her his heart because it wasn’t his to give. His heart belonged to another woman. ‘She left you?’

Luke shook his head. ‘It wasn’t like that. We just…I don’t know. I can’t explain. That day, everything was broken and now…now the only thing I can think about is making Maggie’s life the best it can possibly be.’

What could she say to that? How could she argue that anything else should take precedence over the welfare of a grieving widow? If he couldn’t make it work with a woman he had been engaged to then what hope did she have of edging her way into his life? The thing to do would be to nod and smile gracefully and to tell him she understood, that she forgave him and that they could be friends.

She wished that were true.

But this new information about a lost love had caused an ugly jealous fire to burn in the pit of her stomach and she wasn’t going to let him off that easily. She needed to know more about this woman Luke had loved enough to want to marry.

‘You didn’t try to reconcile with…Nicola?’ Luke’s fiancée’s name felt foreign on her tongue.

He shook his head.

She took a deep breath. ‘What’s she like?’

‘Nic?’ He shrugged. ‘She’s… I don’t know what to tell you.’

Jenna waited for more. An explanation of what had happened between them, but Luke sat silently staring into space. Apparently he couldn’t bring himself to talk about his former lover.

So not only was his soul damaged from the loss of his family, he was broken-hearted at the loss of his relationship.

He loved another woman.

What a fool she’d been to imagine, even for a second, that they had a future together. She was just a distraction, a momentary diversion from the pain in his life. And what was worse was he’d told her that right from the very beginning. She was just too caught up in her own stupid fantasy to believe him.

They sat in silence again. Jenna sipped her tea in an attempt to hide her burning humiliation while Luke seemed to inwardly debate what to say next.

Eventually he said, ‘I don’t expect you to understand how I feel. I just wanted to explain my actions to you. I don’t want you to think yesterday meant nothing to me, because it did. What happened between us was beautiful, Jenna. You made me feel whole for the first time since the accident. But when you said that you loved me…’

Jenna felt herself colouring at the memory of her disclosure. Why the hell had she admitted to loving him? It just made all of this so much worse. ‘Luke, I didn’t mean — ’

He waved away her denial. ‘Please don’t be embarrassed, or think that I didn’t want to hear that. Honestly, I wish things could be different between us, but they can’t. When I heard those words I knew that I’d done the wrong thing by you, because I can’t let myself love you, Jenna. I just can’t. I’ve already failed everyone I’ve ever really cared about and I can’t let that happen to you too.’

Damn it, now she could feel tears pricking her eyes. She would not cry. There was no point.

Jenna knew that there was nothing to fight for here. Even the tiny hope she’d been harbouring — that once she was gone Luke would realise his feelings and come after her — was totally unfounded. He needed to get over Nicola before he could love again.

And as much as she cared about him she wouldn’t settle for being his consolation prize.

Chapter 17

Jenna sat at her desk sipping her latte and surveying story proposals for the February edition. She flipped through a number of pages and sighed. Not one story jumped out and grabbed her attention. If she was honest, nothing had held her attention since she returned from Barlow a week ago.

She stood up and went to the window. Even the spectacular Melbourne skyline didn’t have its usual appeal. The vivid colours and rugged landscapes of Barlow danced in her memory, making the city seem grey and drab. She sighed and went back to her desk. She needed to drag her mind — and her heart — out of Barlow and back to the present. There was work to be done.

At least the Barlow story was coming along nicely. She’d saved space in the January edition and the shots Charlotte had taken looked great. The story just needed a photo of Maggie and the baby to cap it off.

She’d avoided the hospital, sending flowers and a gift by courier instead. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to see Maggie, and she was dying to hold little Joey in her arms once more, but the risk of running into Luke was too great. He was still in town according Brooke, who seemed to be spending a lot of her recuperation time texting, emailing and talking to Rob.

Brooke was so obvious in her attempts to get her into the same room with Luke. Anyone would think she had a vested interest in them getting together. She kept dropping hints about Jenna visiting the hospital at times she clearly knew, from her discussions with Rob, that Luke would be there. Jenna refused to take the bait. But now she really couldn’t avoid Maggie any longer. Hopefully she’d be lucky enough to slip in and out of the hospital without so much as a glimpse of him. And if not…well, she’d be civil and so would he. It would hurt but it wouldn’t kill her.

Jenna’s assistant buzzed her. ‘I’ve managed to get Maggie Tanner on the phone. She’s on line one,’ Meg said.

Jenna picked up the receiver. ‘Hey Maggie, how are you? I’m hoping I can come see you this afternoon, and I have a favour to ask.’ Jenna explained her idea for the photo shoot and Maggie was enthusiastic about the idea, suggesting Jenna come to the hospital as soon as she could.

‘All being well, Joey and I should both be discharged tomorrow. I’m so excited to be taking him home with me,’ Maggie said. ‘I’m really looking forward to seeing you, Jenna. I can’t wait for you to see Joey. He’s changed already.’

After finalising the arrangements with Maggie, Jenna organised to meet a photographer at the Royal Women’s Hospital later in the afternoon and turned her attention back to her inbox. 68 unread messages, 18 marked urgent. No rest for the wicked as Grandpa Bob would say. She quickly scanned the senders and subject lines, looking for a place to start. Immediately a name jumped out at her.

Sender: Janet Powell

Subject: Private and Confidential

Janet Powell? The Janet Powell? Jenna’s mouth went dry. Why was the editor of Mod magazine emailing her directly?

In the aftermath of her break up with Simon she’d dashed off a job application to the magazine, never expecting to hear back. A few weeks later the current Features Editor contacted Jenna to arrange a Skype interview for the following day. It was a disaster. Jenna was woefully underprepared and it was deadline day so she was interrupted constantly. Not surprisingly she’d heard no more since the interview and that was months ago. So this was going to be the “thanks but no thanks” message. Odd that it came from the desk of the editor herself.

She clicked open the message and began to read.

Dear Ms McLean,

Thank you for your recent application for the position of Features Editor at Mod. After some deliberation we have decided to offer the position to another applicant.

No surprises there.

However, another position has opened up at the magazine that we think you would be perfect for.

What? Was this a joke? She scanned the rest of the email quickly, looking for evidence of a prank or scam, but could find nothing suspicious. Jenna stared at the screen, hardly daring to believe the words in front of her.

Mod is looking to appoint an International Features Editor. The job involves producing a monthly column for the magazine and overseeing all our international content. The successful applicant will work closely with the Features Editor.

We are prepared to offer you this position, conditional on a successful face-to-face meeting in our London offices. Please contact my personal assistant, Krista Miles, who will arrange a suitable time for this meeting and take care of all your travel arrangements.

Jenna’s heart pounded. London! If the offer was legitimate it was a fantasy come true, something she’d never even dared to dream of, not even when she’d applied for the original position. And it couldn’t have come at a better time. There was certainly nothing holding her here.

She checked the time on her phone. The world clock showed it was three o’clock in the morning London time. No point calling now, she’d have to wait until dinnertime before it was a reasonable time to call.

But she did have plenty of time to get a run in before leaving for the shoot at the hospital. A lap or two around The Tan was exactly what she needed to get things straight in her head.

She grabbed her sports bag and slid into the bathroom for a quick change into her running gear. ‘Just heading off for a run,’ she called to Meg. ‘Back in an hour.’ She slipped out the door before Meg could come up with an urgent job that needed her immediate attention.

Being on the familiar track was calming. She concentrated on her breathing as she joined the lunchtime throng of runners. Before long she’d hit her stride, the movement coming naturally, and she was in the meditative state she could only ever achieve by putting one foot in front of the other.

Once she relaxed and let her mind wander she found herself back in Barlow, lying with Luke under the gum trees. She increased her speed along with the volume on her iPod, endeavouring to drive the images from her mind, but the attempt was useless. Nothing worked.

Consciously trying to forget about him had the opposite effect. Trying to convince herself it was “just sex” was no better. Luke was under her skin and it seemed only time would cure her broken heart. Foolish as it might be to feel so shattered over a relationship that never started, the pain was real.

The best cure for pain and disappointment was hard work and now she had a fabulous opportunity to start afresh in London. It was a no-brainer. She had to at least go there and talk to the editor about the position. What did she have to lose?

‘Hey, watch where you’re going!’

Jenna swung around to find she’d strayed into the path of a Lorna Jane-clad Amazon pushing an oversized three-wheeled stroller. The woman scowled as Jenna waved her apologies and moved aside.

A picture of Maggie, Lycra clad, pushing Joey around the farm in one of those three-wheeled monstrosities, flashed into her mind and she grinned. Not a chance of that happening. Barlow women had better things to do than prance around in designer gym wear.

Writing the stories of the women of Barlow was an eye-opener. On the surface all of the women had it tough — Maggie was financially well off but had lost her husband to a country road; Leanne was struggling to make her way in a man’s world; and Agnes had lived through fire, flood and drought many times over, and yet still considered herself to be a lucky woman.

Despite all their hardship, these women seemed at peace with themselves and their lot in life. No adversity was a match for their strength and cheerful determination to “make the best of things”. When she’d arrived in Barlow Jenna had pitied the locals, but now she envied them. It seemed that her friends in Barlow had the very thing she had been looking for her whole life, a place to truly belong.

Maybe London would be that place for her.

Chapter 18

Luke cradled his sleeping nephew in his arms. ‘He’s definitely got your mouth.’

‘And his father’s nose.’ Maggie’s faced glowed with pride and Luke felt a stab of sorrow that Joe was not the one witnessing this moment.

He wandered over to the window of the patient lounge, instinctively rocking Joey as he went. The hospital’s brochure boasted the view from up here was “spectacular” but the drab vista of skyscrapers and traffic had nothing on the view from Tandarra’s veranda. Luke turned his gaze to the baby instead, relishing the opportunity to properly hold him away from the restrictions of the Special Care Nursery that had been Joey’s home for the past week. ‘Just wait until we get you back home, little man. You’re going to be the talk of the town.’

Maggie’s smile faded. ‘Luke, I need to talk to you about that. Come and sit down.’ She patted the space next to her on the blue vinyl couch.

He shook his head. ‘I’m okay here. What do you want to talk about?’

‘We’re not coming back to Tandarra.’

‘Not yet, of course. The plan was to spend a week or two at your mum’s, but eventually you’ll be back, right?’ He gingerly placed Joey back into the clear plastic hospital crib, and smiled as his nephew opened his eyes and made a cute snuffling sound before settling back to sleep. He turned to Maggie expectantly.

She shrugged. ‘Honestly, I don’t think so. Maybe in time I’ll change my mind, but right now Tandarra feels too…hard.’ She blinked hard but her eyes watered with emotion nonetheless.

‘I thought you loved Tandarra.’

‘I did. I do, but bringing the baby home without Joe by my side… I just can’t.’

He pushed aside a couple of gossip magazines and settled himself on the couch beside her. ‘When did you decide this?’

Maggie gulped back a sob. ‘Luke, I’m sorry, but as soon as I knew I was pregnant I knew I couldn’t stay on at Tandarra. Don’t you see? That was why I was so full on about the Bush Blokes’ Ball. I wanted…well, I hoped you would meet someone, and that way I wouldn’t feel so terrible about leaving you all alone.’

Luke could feel the heat creeping up his neck and into his cheeks. ‘God, Maggie. I can’t believe you didn’t talk to me about all of this. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine. I don’t need your pity.’

‘It’s not pity, it’s concern.’

‘Tell me the truth. Have you been staying at Tandarra all these months because you were worried about me?’

‘No. Not only because of that. I stayed for me too. Other than me, you were the person who loved Joe most in the world. You knew him better than anyone. I needed to be near you, to share my grief with someone who understood. But now it’s time for me to move on. I need to start living again, for Joey’s sake as much as anything.’

Luke covered his face with his hands and sucked in a deep breath before looking at her again. ‘What will you do?’

‘I can stay with Mum for as long as I like. Eventually I’ll get a little place of my own. I think I’d like to go back to teaching eventually. If I stay in Melbourne, Mum and my sisters will help with childcare. My family’s here, Luke, and I need to be with them.’

‘I’m your family too, Maggie. Joey’s my nephew. I can support you both. I want to do that for you. There’s no need for you to go out to work. Even if you aren’t living at Tandarra I can still help you.’

Tears streamed down her face as she reached out and hugged him. ‘You will always be Joey’s uncle and you are a wonderful brother-in-law. I love you very much and we will always be part of each other’s lives, but I’m capable of looking after myself. Financially I’m fine. Joe has left me well provided for. I’m sorry. I know this is not what you expected, but it’s what I need to do to move on with my life.’

A lump formed in his throat. ‘I should get going,’ he said. ‘I want to get the baby seat fitted into the car ready for tomorrow. I’ll come back at nine to pick you up.’

‘Sure. Luke, you’ll still come and stay with me at Mum’s for the first couple of nights, right? I think I’ll feel more confident having a trained doctor on hand, at least until I get the hang of this motherhood thing.’

He nodded. ‘Of course I will.’ He walked out into the corridor before she had a chance to say another word.

* * *

Jenna was prepared for the accidental meeting even before she spied Luke coming towards her. Murphy’s Law at work, as Grandpa Bob would say. Seeing Luke was the last thing she wanted, therefore the odds of it happening were vastly increased. At least she had the advantage of noticing him before he realised she was there. It gave her half a second to compose herself before she spoke. He was hurtling down the hallway, eyes down and for a moment she thought he was going to pass her by. Maybe he had seen her and was trying to escape without speaking to her. No way was she letting him off that easily.

‘Hi, stranger.’

His startled look at her greeting proved that theory wrong. He seemed stunned by her presence. Maggie had obviously not mentioned she was coming, which seemed odd, but perhaps the new mother was too preoccupied with her bub to be gossiping about visitors.

‘Jenna, sorry, I didn’t see you there.’ He leaned forward slightly as if to kiss her and then stopped awkwardly, holding out his hand to Dave, the photographer accompanying her for the shoot. ‘Luke Tanner,’ he said as he gripped Dave’s hand.

‘David Briggs,’ David replied.

‘Dave’s here to take photos of Maggie and the baby for the magazine,’ Jenna said.

Luke nodded, seemingly unable to think of anything to say.

‘I might go in and get set up, Jen, if that’s okay with you?’ Dave said.

‘Of course,’ she said. ‘I’ll be there in a minute.’

An uncomfortable silence ensued as they watched the photographer disappear along the corridor in the direction of the patient lounge. Luke shoved his hands in his pockets and avoided her gaze.

‘How are things at — ’

‘You must be excited about — ’

They both spoke at once and then stopped.

Jenna laughed uneasily. ‘Sorry, you go.’

Luke shrugged. ‘I was just wondering how you are enjoying being back at work. I thought you might find it hard to settle down after all you went through in Barlow.’

‘Not at all. You know, back to the old grindstone as they say. I’ve been so busy, hardly had time to think about anything. Barlow seems like it was years ago.’

His pained look gave her a surprising jolt of pleasure. Did he really think she would give him the satisfaction of showing just how much his rejection had hurt her?

‘In fact,’ she continued, ‘I’ve got some exciting news to share.’

‘Really? What’s that?’

‘I’ve just been offered a position at a magazine in London.’

‘Wow. London, hey? I can’t even imagine what that would be like. Not my cup of tea, I suppose.’

He was just stating a fact, but for some reason his words rankled. ‘Lucky the job’s not being offered to you then.’

He had the decency to look sheepish. ‘Are you going to take it?’

‘Are you kidding? It’s the opportunity of a lifetime. Of course I’m going to take it.’

Really, Jenna? This is how you make life-changing decisions now? Once the words were out she knew her mind was made up. She needed a change. Why not London?

‘You be careful over there. It’s a big city. It could be dangerous for a woman on her own.’

Jenna laughed. ‘London is no worse than Melbourne or Sydney in the danger stakes. Besides, I thought you would have worked out by now that I can take care of myself.’

Luke nodded. ‘I guess you’re right. I worry about you, that’s all.’

He was telling the truth, she knew that. Underneath his cool exterior Luke was one of the good guys, and she didn’t doubt he genuinely cared about her. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to be The One, the centre of Luke’s universe. Ironic really, that the first man she had allowed herself to fall crazy in love with wasn’t in love with her.

‘Please don’t,’ she said quietly.

‘I can’t help caring about you, Jenna. I wish you weren’t going. I wish — ’

‘It’s okay. You don’t have to beat yourself up. You were honest with me from the start. You said you couldn’t commit. I was the one who let my feelings get out of hand. I knew all along you couldn’t give me what I wanted and you still can’t.’

‘Things have changed since I met you, Jenna.’

She motioned with her hand for him to stop. ‘You can’t put me at the centre of your world and I understand that. In fact your loyalty to others is one of your most attractive qualities. But I need to be with someone who can love me as much as I love them, who can put our relationship first. I don’t think you’re ready for that, Luke.’

In the movies this was the bit where he would swear she was wrong, and go down on one knee right there on the grimy hospital linoleum. But of course it wasn’t a movie, just her crappy one-mistake-after-another life.

‘Maybe, if you could give me some time I could…’

‘Love isn’t about saying maybe. It’s about saying yes without hesitation.’ She laughed. ‘The really stupid thing is that I didn’t even believe in love until I met you.’

He looked at the floor and said, ‘I’m sorry. I never meant for things to turn out this way. You deserve better.’

Great, now she was getting the “it’s not you, it’s me” speech. Rejection she could handle, but having Luke pity her was unbearable. She smiled. ‘I’d better go. Dave will be waiting for me to help with the shoot, and I’m keen to see Maggie and Joey.’

He nodded. ‘When do you leave?’

‘As soon as possible.’

‘So it’s really goodbye this time?’

‘I guess so.’

‘You’ve got my number, right? Just in case?’

She nodded.

‘You’ll keep in touch then?’

Jenna shook her head. ‘Let’s not pretend that we can be friends. We both know that doesn’t work.’ She leaned over and kissed his cheek. ‘Goodbye Luke. Be happy.’

* * *

Her scent followed him out of the hospital and lingered as he drove towards Maggie’s family home. Luke dared not open the car’s windows for fear of losing that sweet fragrance.

It was stupid. He had to let her go. No matter how right it felt when they were together, it simply couldn’t work. Barlow was no place for a woman like Jenna, even if he could convince her to come.

He’d learnt his lesson. Nic had never wanted to move to Tandarra. She hated the idea of it, but he’d been so obsessed with his own dream of setting up the clinic, he hadn’t taken her seriously. Forcing the issue was a big mistake. Nic hated Barlow and when her unhappiness turned to bitterness it seeped into every aspect of their lives and fractured their relationship beyond repair.

He should have known better. If they’d gone their own separate ways at the end of uni, if he’d left her in Melbourne, none of this would have happened. He’d be a country GP, just as he’d dreamed of, and Joe would still be…

Luke shook his head. No point going into all the “what ifs” now. What was done was done. The point was Jenna was never going to live at Tandarra so there was no way they could be together. He was going to have to move on.

Just a few more nights here in the city and he’d be home. He conjured up an image of Tandarra and waited for the usual wave of anticipation to wash over him, but strangely it didn’t come. Normally the thought of the farm was enough to cheer him no matter what, but since Maggie had decided to stay in Melbourne indefinitely, somehow Tandarra had lost its pull.

He couldn’t remember a time when he’d been there alone. As a child the house had been full of family; overrun at times with aunties and uncles, cousins and grandparents. It seemed never a week went by without some family celebration. Once Mum died, the extended family was at pains to make sure the Tanner boys didn’t miss out on a thing and the farm became the centre of all family affairs. When he moved back with Nic, Joe and Maggie were living there too and it seemed as if the cycle would just continue into the next generation.

Now he was on his own.

Chapter 19

Jenna winced at the sour taste in her mouth before emptying her almost full wine glass into the sink. Not even a cheeky red was going down well tonight. She’d been flat all afternoon, ever since her encounter with Luke at the hospital.

She should be on top of the world. After spending time with Maggie today she’d made a definite decision about the London job. The elation of having made her choice, of finally setting her life on the right path, should have had her popping champagne corks. Instead she was considering a bath and an early night. The pounding headache and vague feeling of nausea she’d been fighting for the last hour hadn’t responded favourably to food or caffeine, so bed seemed like a sensible choice.

Perhaps it was the knowledge that this time her goodbye to Luke was final that was causing her symptoms.

‘Good grief, Cocoa.’ The chocolate Siamese looked up from the sofa at the mention of her name. ‘I think I might be lovesick.’

Cocoa mewed in sympathy as Jenna began to laugh. ‘Don’t worry, the irony is not lost on me. I finally work out that love is worth having only to find the man I love hasn’t got room in his life for me. And to top it all off, now I’m a crazy lady talking to a cat.’

Cocoa stretched, yawned and curled herself up on the sofa once more.

‘I think you might have the right idea, puss. Sleep is what I need.’

With her tummy feeling decidedly upset, Jenna rejected the bath in favour of the sanctuary of her bed. She managed to get a few hours respite before sharp stomach pain roused her from her sleep.

Bloody hell, she didn’t have time for a tummy bug. There was way too much work to be done before she left Gloss, which was only two weeks away. It seemed her immune system hadn’t got the memo. She threw back the bedcovers and raced to the bathroom.

Half an hour later Jenna was convinced that either this was the worst case of stomach flu ever or that there was something else going on. In the grip of severe pain she clutched her stomach and tried to breathe her way through the waves of agony.

Maybe she should call an ambulance. But what if it turned out to be a simple virus? She’d feel like a total fool. There was no point calling Brooke — with her leg in plaster she couldn’t drive, the best she could do was offer sympathy over the phone, which was no help. There was no one else.

Or maybe there was…

No.

She couldn’t possibly call Luke. She’d said goodbye and she’d meant it. Calling now would look like a ploy to get his attention and that was the last thing on her mind.

She was gripped by another sharp pain. This one so intense it caused her to moan out loud.

Damn it, Luke was a doctor and would know what to do. Maybe he could give her a pain killing injection to tide her over until her doctor’s office opened in the morning. She grabbed her mobile phone from the bedside table and scrolled through her contacts until his name appeared. She pressed “call” and waited, her heart thudding and belly throbbing.

‘Jenna?’ Luke’s voice was hoarse, thick with sleep.

‘Luke, I’m sorry to wake you, but I need your help. I’m not feeling very well. I’ve got really bad stomach pain and I was wondering if you could give me some advice.’

‘Where are you?’

‘I’m at home.’

‘You’re in South Melbourne, right? I can be there in five minutes. Text me your address and I’ll be right over.’

‘Are you sure? Maybe I could just tell you my symptoms over the phone and you could tell me what to do?’

‘Don’t be silly. I’ll be there as soon as I can.’

Jenna ended the call and did as he said. The pain had become so intense that she no longer cared what Luke thought of her, she was just relieved help was on its way.

True to his word, Luke arrived minutes later. As she staggered to answer the intercom buzzer, Jenna briefly wondered how far over the speed limit he had travelled to arrive so quickly. ‘Come on up,’ she said into the intercom box.

As he walked in the door the room began to swim. He caught her by the arm and gently led her to the couch. ‘You look awful,’ he said.

‘Thanks a lot.’ She tried to smile, but even that small movement was an effort.

Jenna closed her eyes in an attempt to stop the room from spinning. Luke’s warm hands were on her, first taking her pulse, and then gently palpitating her abdomen.

‘Owwww!’ Her cry was involuntary.

‘Do you still have your appendix?’

Jenna nodded, barely able to speak through the pain.

‘I think you have appendicitis. If I’m right you’ll need immediate surgery. I’m calling an ambulance to take you to the Alfred Hospital.’ He immediately started tapping the screen on his phone.

She opened her eyes. ‘Luke, I’m scared.’

‘It’s okay. You’ll be fine. I’ll stay with you and I promise I won’t let anything bad happen.’ He held a finger up, gesturing for her to wait while he spoke to the emergency services operator. ‘Ambulance please.’ He paused for a moment and then said, ‘This is Dr Luke Tanner. I have a patient here with suspected appendicitis, possibly peritonitis. I need an ambulance immediately.’

* * *

Luke shifted uncomfortably on the hard plastic chair. He’d had to pull the “I’m a doctor” routine to be allowed to stay in ICU with Jenna overnight. Luckily one of the registrars on duty recognised him from university, otherwise he may not have managed to pull it off.

She’d lost consciousness in the ambulance, which although worrying, was probably a blessing considering the pain she was in. Unfortunately, by the time the surgeon opened her up, her appendix had burst. Thankfully she’d had the sense to call him and had not tried to wait it out until morning. God knows what might have happened.

He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and tried to refrain from going any further with that particular train of thought. Jenna was going to be fine. She’d spend a day or two in ICU and then head down to the ward for a few days. By then the antibiotics would have worked their magic and she’d be feeling a whole lot better.

‘How’s she doing?’ The nurse’s voice startled him.

‘Fine, I think. All her vitals are good.’

‘She hasn’t woken?’

He shook his head. ‘Not really. She stirred about half an hour ago, but she hasn’t been fully lucid yet.’

‘I’ll give her a little longer but if she’s not rousing soon, we might try to wake her.’

Luke nodded as the nurse completed the chart at the end of Jenna’s bed.

‘Let me know if she wakes.’ The nurse headed off to the next cubicle.

‘Luke?’

He turned to see Jenna struggling to sit up.

‘Hey, you. How are you feeling? Don’t try to sit up, I’ll adjust the bed for you.’ He rushed to the head of the bed and fiddled with the mechanism until Jenna was comfortably propped up.

‘Did they take my appendix out?’ Her voice was small and raspy; a side effect from being intubated during surgery.

Luke nodded. ‘Unfortunately it had already burst. That’s why you’re hooked up to those tubes. One’s to keep you hydrated and the other is pumping in industrial strength antibiotics to ward off the infection.’

Her eyes were glassy and a bewildered expression had settled upon her face. He was bombarding her with too much information. ‘You’re going to be fine, Jen. I promise.’ He took her pale hand in his own. ‘In a few days you’ll be as good as new.’

She nodded and sank back against the pillows. ‘I’m so glad you’re here,’ she said, as her eyelids drooped.

‘Shh, you rest now. I’m just going to let the nurse know you’re awake. I’ll be back in a minute.’ He hesitated for a moment before planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

* * *

The next time Jenna woke there was a nurse standing beside her bed. No sign of Luke. Perhaps she had only dreamed he was here earlier?

‘Good morning. I’m Sally. I’ll be looking after you this morning. How are you feeling?’

‘Like I’ve been hit by a truck.’

Sally laughed. ‘You’ll feel a bit sore today, but we’ll do our best to manage your pain. I’ll have the doctor come and see you soon and he can write up some extra pain relief for you.’

‘Thank you.’

‘Oh by the way, your boyfriend asked me to let you know he’ll be back this afternoon.’

‘Boyfriend?’

‘Dr Tanner. Oh, sorry, is he your husband? I noticed you have different surnames so I just assumed.’

‘That’s okay. He’s neither. We’re just…friends.’

Sally raised her eyebrows. ‘Really? Wow, could have fooled me. He’s been mighty worried about you. Night shift girls said he didn’t leave your side all night. You must be good friends.’

Jenna shrugged. ‘I guess.’

‘Well, in any case he said something about heading over to the Royal Women’s Hospital to collect his nephew. He said to tell you he’d be back as soon as he could.’

Jenna smiled. ‘Thanks. His nephew was born prematurely. He’s being released from hospital today. Luke promised his sister-in-law he’d be on hand for the homecoming. I guess she’s a little nervous.’

‘Sounds like Dr Tanner is a pretty nice guy.’

‘Yes,’ said Jenna, her eyes filling with moisture. ‘He is.’ She used the back of her hand to swipe away the tears sliding down her face. ‘Sorry.’

Sally handed her a box of tissues. ‘It’s normal to feel a bit weepy after an operation. Have a little cry and then try to get some rest. I’m sure Dr Tanner will be back before you know it.’

Once Sally had left her alone Jenna allowed the tears to flow freely. It wasn’t just the shock of waking up in a hospital bed with stiches in her belly and tubes in her arms that was making her weep. Sally’s assumption that she and Luke were together had her crying for what would never be. Obviously he did care about her a little, maybe even more than a little, but not enough to let her into his life.

Anger at her own stupidity bubbled up inside her, causing the tears to flow even harder. She gulped back a couple of sobs and tried to bring herself under control. This. This was the reason for the checklist. She’d known only too well the dangers of giving her heart away.

What she hadn’t bargained on was having her heart stolen while she was looking the other way.

* * *

It was late afternoon before Luke made his way back to the hospital. A call to check on Jenna’s condition had provided some good news, she’d been moved out of ICU and was now in a regular surgical ward. This knowledge had eased his guilt at being away from her side for so long. All day he’d been distracted, unable to stop thinking about her, but it had been important to spend this time with Maggie, especially now. Soon there would be a huge distance between them and he wanted to make sure that Maggie was fine before he left.

And then there was business to attend to. Tandarra wasn’t running itself in his absence. He’d been fortunate enough to get his cousin, Sean, to manage the property while he was away. Sean was expecting him back the day after tomorrow but now there was a change of plans. Luckily his cousin had been amenable to a more open-ended arrangement.

He hoped Jenna would be awake when he got there. Maybe it was selfish but he didn’t want to wait any longer to tell her about his day, to tell her about all the plans he’d put in place.

He found her on the fourth floor, thankfully in a single room. It took some charm and persuasion before the nurse in charge granted him permission to see her — apparently visiting hours finished at three o’clock “sharp”— but his doctor status, along with a promise not to overexcite the patient, got him over the line.

The perfume of cut flowers assaulted his nostrils as he opened the door. Jenna looked up from the magazine she was reading. ‘You came back.’

‘Of course I did. I’m sorry I took so long, but I had some things to take care of.’ He kissed her gently on the cheek and sat down on the vinyl-covered chair beside her bed.

‘That’s okay. I know this was a big day in the Tanner family. I hope you didn’t rush off on my account.’ She lowered her eyes.

‘I had plenty of time with Maggie and Joey. Mind you it was hard to get a look in with Maggie’s mum and sisters all clucking about.’ His mouth formed a lopsided smile. ‘I’m glad to see you looking so much better than you did this morning.’

Jenna nodded. ‘I feel better, thanks to you. I’m so grateful for your help. If you hadn’t come over when you did, goodness only knows what would have happened.’

He waved her thanks away. ‘You would have called an ambulance yourself. I really didn’t do anything.’

She shook her head and her eyes became watery with emotion. ‘I don’t know about that. In any case, thank you for coming when I called and for staying with me.’

‘It was truly my pleasure.’ He couldn’t bear to watch her cry. More than anything he wanted to comfort her, to take her in his arms and plant soft kisses on her head, but he was unsure of how she would react to such an outpouring of affection. Hopefully there would be time for that later. Instead he changed the subject. ‘It’s like a florist in here. I can’t believe so many people have tracked you down already.’

‘I know. I’m pretty amazed myself. The roses are from Maggie and Joey, the lilies are from Brooke, and that beautiful native arrangement is from Charlotte.’

‘Lottie, eh? Good to see the Barlow Grapevine is in good working order.’

Jenna laughed and then winced. ‘Ow. Don’t be cracking too many jokes. It hurts to laugh.’

‘I’ll try to keep that in mind. Speaking of the Barlow Grapevine, there’s something I want to talk to you about before some well-meaning busybody mentions it to you. I want you to hear it from me first.’

* * *

Last time a guy had said he wanted to give her the news himself, the “news” was he was marrying someone else. Please God, don’t let it be that. Not today. She realised now she’d never loved Simon, so while his betrayal had thrown her it hadn’t left her completely devastated.

Luke was a different story. What if it wasn’t that he had no room in his life for love, but that he simply didn’t have enough room for her? That was a rejection she wasn’t up for. Not today at least. ‘You don’t owe me any explanations about anything, Luke. I’m leaving Melbourne soon so I don’t think you need to fear me accidentally discovering your secret, whatever it may be.’

Luke grinned. ‘Now that’s where you’re wrong.’

Clearly he was hell bent on spilling the beans. She sucked in a breath and tried to steel herself against whatever was to come. ‘Okay, out with it then.’

‘I’ve decided to sell Tandarra.’

In a million years she would not have guessed that these words would come out of his mouth. ‘What? Why? I don’t understand.’

‘It doesn’t feel like home anymore.’

‘But Maggie — ’

‘Maggie agrees. Turns out that I needed Maggie far more than she ever needed me. She’s decided to move back to Melbourne to be closer to her mum and sisters. It’ll be good for Joey to grow up surrounded by his cousins, just like Joe and I did.’

‘But surely Tandarra needs to be part of that? If not every day, then on holidays?’

Luke shrugged. ‘That would be ideal of course, but Tandarra doesn’t run itself. It needs someone to manage it. I can’t afford to employ someone, and even if we sold off the stock, I can’t afford to have the property just sitting there idle.’

‘I’m confused. If you’re not running Tandarra what will you be doing?’

Luke smiled. ‘Something I should have done ages ago. I’m going back to medicine.’

Now he was starting to make sense. ‘Luke, that’s wonderful.’

‘I have you to thank for making me realise it was possible.’

‘Me?’

‘Yes. When Brooke hurt herself and I had to treat her I realised how much I missed being a doctor, but I still didn’t trust myself enough to consider going back to the profession. Then you made me look at things a different way.’

She shook her head slowly. ‘How did I do that?’

‘When you yelled at me during Maggie’s labour and told me to get over myself, I started to wonder if I was being self indulgent by staying away from medicine. Joey’s birth made me think about the possibility of going back to it. Then, last night…’ His voice wavered slightly and he dropped his gaze.

‘What?’

‘Last night when you called, I knew that despite knowing everything about me, you still trusted me with your health. That meant a lot.’

‘Of course I trust you. Everyone in Barlow trusts you too. You are your harshest critic.’

Luke nodded. ‘You’re right. The truth is I’ve been scared. It takes guts to make the hard decisions and I’ve been a wimp. Last night I decided it was time to harden up.’

‘Good for you. And for the people of Barlow.’

Luke shook his head. ‘Maybe not so much for the town depending on how you look at it.’

Was it the painkillers they had her on or was Luke being deliberately obtuse? Jenna creased her brow in exasperation. ‘What do you mean by that?’

‘I’m not going back to Barlow.’ There was a hint of excitement in his voice.

‘Oh… I guess I can understand that. Maybe a fresh start is what you need. Where do you think you’ll go?’

He was beaming at her now. Grinning like the proverbial Cheshire cat. ‘Guess.’

Now he was just being tiresome. ‘I don’t know. And really, I’m rather tired. Either tell me or don’t. I’m not in the mood for guessing games.’

‘Sorry.’ His face flushed slightly. ‘London. If you’ll have me, I would really like to come to London with you.’

Did he mean…? Was he saying he wanted to be with her? Really be with her? Was this some sort of drug-induced hallucination? Or was he joking? She looked up sharply. ‘What are you saying? Don’t mess with me, Luke. I’m not well enough to deal with practical jokes right now.’

‘I’m not joking. Far from it. That’s where I’ve been all afternoon, ringing and emailing mates in the UK. Seeing if I can wangle myself a job over there. I love you, Jenna. Last night, watching as they carted you off to surgery, I was terrified. I knew then that I didn’t want to waste any more time. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.’

Oh God he was serious. Jenna closed her eyes and tried to process what Luke had just said. He wanted her. He was prepared to sell his family home and give up the country life he loved just to be with her. It was everything she’d secretly dreamed of since that first kiss on the night of the ball. Luke was prepared to make her the centre of his universe, something that no man, hell, no person, had ever done before.

There was just one little problem.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. The grin was gone and an apprehensive expression had settled on his face. She realised he was waiting for her answer. ‘So did you find one? A job I mean.’

He nodded. ‘I think I’m in with a good chance of picking up a position in the ER at St George’s. My mate Hamish works there. He wasn’t too thrilled when I woke him at 6 a.m. London time, but after he’d woken up he was happy to help. He said there’s a temporary position opening up in six weeks’ time. He’s emailed me the details and says he’ll put in a good word for me. Reckons I’m a shoe-in.’

‘Oh God, I’m so sorry Luke.’ She couldn’t help herself. She placed a hand on her wound to support it and began to laugh.

Luke frowned. ‘Sorry for what? What’s so goddamned funny?’

She shook her head and held out her hand to him. ‘I love you too. I want nothing more than for us to be together, but I have to tell you, I’m not going to London. I turned down the job yesterday afternoon.’

‘What?’ He manoeuvred his arms around the various tubes and gathered her up into to his arms. ‘You’re kidding me, right?’

‘I’m afraid not.’

Luke joined in her laughter. ‘Hamish is going to kill me.’ After a moment his face became serious again. He brushed the hair from her face and tenderly stroked her cheek. ‘I don’t care where it is, I just want to be with you. You’re my home.’ He leaned in and tenderly pressed his lips to hers.

Jenna drew him to her, wanting to feel the thud of his heart against her own. This was real, not a dream, but she could hardly dare to believe it.

After a moment he pulled back and gently took her hands in his. ‘So if not London, then what? I thought you said you were leaving Melbourne?’

‘I am. I mean that’s what I’d planned. You were on the mark yesterday morning when you asked if I was finding it hard to settle back into my work. The time I spent in Barlow changed me. I realised I had my priorities all wrong.’

‘How’s that?’

‘I’ve spent my whole life trying to control everything. I was so busy trying to protect myself from being hurt that I wasn’t really living at all. When I met you I realised I couldn’t stop myself from falling in love. It just happened. If you didn’t love me back, no checklist in the world could shield me from the pain.’

‘Checklist? What are you talking about?’

She felt the heat rise up her neck and into her cheeks. ‘I had a list of criteria for potential partners.’

Luke guffawed. ‘So how did I fare?’

‘Not well, I’m afraid.’ She gave a small chuckle. ‘In fact your score was downright dismal.’

‘I’m shocked.’ Luke grinned at her. ‘So, I still don’t get it. Why not London?’

‘I never intended to go into this line of work. I always wanted to be a writer, but I was afraid I would never make any money writing fiction. I started off writing freelance stories for magazines and eventually I ended up being the editor of Gloss.’

‘I thought you loved your work.’

‘I did, I guess, but probably not for the reasons you think. My career moves were all part of the grand plan of “having it all”. I know this will be hard for you to understand, coming from the family you do, but I’ve never known the joy of living in a home filled with love. I thought if I tried hard enough I could create the perfect family. I figured if I made good money and chose a partner carefully I could give my children the stability I never had. Now I realise how stupid that was. Being able to give kids a big home, fashionable clothes and an expensive education isn’t important. Creating a home filled with love is what counts.’

‘How many?’

‘How many what?’

‘Kids. How many kids are we factoring in to our new Grand Plan?’

We. He definitely said we. Jenna’s heart soared.

‘Lots. At least three.’

He leaned in to kiss her again, his hand reaching behind her head to pull her close. When she eventually drew away from him, he smiled. ‘You still haven’t told me where we’re going.’

She shrugged. ‘I really didn’t have a destination in mind. Writing the story about Maggie and the other Barlow women gave me an idea for a novel set somewhere in the bush. My plan was to move to a small town for a while to immerse myself in the community. I guess you could call it research.’

‘Any ideas where?’

She shook her head. ‘I thought I’d just see where the road takes me.’

‘Sounds like a plan.’

‘It would be great if we could find a place that needs a doctor.’

Luke grinned. ‘Bound to be plenty of those.’

A smile twitched at Jenna’s mouth. ‘Yeah, in fact I can think of one already.’

‘Where’s that?’

‘Barlow.’

The look on Luke’s face brought a lump to her throat.

‘Really?’ he asked, his voice thick with emotion. ‘You’d move there for me?’

‘Luke Tanner, there’s nothing on earth I wouldn’t do for you. But moving to Barlow is for me as well. For us. Tandarra’s in your blood. It’s where you come from, who you are. It’s your history. I want our kids to feel part of that. Please don’t sell it.’

‘Whatever you want, Miss Jimmy Shoes.’

Jenna rolled the magazine up and clocked him on the head with it. ‘That’ll be enough of that, Doctor Tanner. I might love you but I’m still not impressed with you calling me that name.’

‘Hmmm, we’ll have to think of a new name then. How about Mrs Tanner?’

Jenna frowned while she pretended to consider his question. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I like that one. I like it very much indeed.’

Epilogue

Country Chic

From the kitchen table of Jenna Tanner

Greetings from Barlow,

I write today with mixed emotions. I’m partly sad, because this will be my last column for Gloss, at least for a while. But another part of me is bursting with happiness and excitement, because it won’t be long before I’ll get to meet “the bump”.

Luke and I have decided to go against the current trend; we don’t know if “the bump” is a boy or a girl. Well, Luke says he doesn’t know, but I’m not convinced. You’d think the town doctor would be able to interpret an ultrasound scan, but he swears he closed his eyes at the critical moment!

Shopping for baby gear and fashionable maternity clothes here in Barlow presents somewhat of a challenge. Last month I drove 60 kilometres to a nearby town, only to find everything in stock was more last century than last season. You will be pleased to know that I have risen to the occasion and have managed to furnish the nursery and dress myself quite adequately without so much as one visit to The Big Smoke. How? The internet, my friends, I have discovered online shopping. It’s like magic. All I have to do is click on the object of my desire and voila! It’s mine.

My friends have helped too, sending an array of gifts from far and wide. The ladies at the Country Women’s Association have all knitted booties (how sweet!) and my friend, Brooke, has made me some gorgeous maternity clothes. She and her husband Rob are living on a wildlife reserve in Africa now, so her last lot of floaty garments were inspired by the vivid colours of her surroundings. I can tell you I caused a bit of a stir at the General Store when I went to buy milk wearing an orange chiffon caftan!

I can’t believe that I have been writing this column for almost two years. I know when I moved here some of you wondered how I would survive away from designer stores and sushi bars. Indeed, I did wonder the same thing myself. But I’m a Country Chick now. Last week I found myself singing along to a Keith Urban song. Will wonders never cease?

I am beginning to appreciate the everyday wonders that living in the country affords me: good friends and neighbours and the time to really talk to them; fresh local produce and real home cooking; breathtakingly beautiful scenery from every window in my house; and, of course, my wonderful husband is here to share all this with me, which makes life perfect. Well, almost perfect. I still need to teach Frank, our local publican, how to make a decent skinny latte.

Being here has also inspired me to follow my heart and do the thing I’ve always dreamed of. After years of talking about it I’ve finally written a novel. As yet, I haven’t found a publisher, but keep your fingers crossed for me.

I must leave you here, as I’m a busy little farmer today. There are animals to be fed, bills to pay, and guests to prepare for. My sister-in-law, Maggie, is on her way to stay with us. Luke’s family have a tradition of planting a rose when a new baby is born, so Maggie and her son, Joey, want to be here for the occasion. She’s also bringing the new man in her life. I’m very excited because we’ve not had the pleasure of meeting him yet.

So this is it. Farewell, dear reader, and if you ever find yourself in Barlow, do drop in and say hello.

Jenna x

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