Australian Affairs: Claimed. Margaret Way

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      ‘I wouldn’t want to put you or your friend to any bother,’ she said, looking resentful and yet vulnerable and adorably cute all at the same time.

      ‘It’s no trouble,’ Jake said. ‘You’ll need new tyres soon too. That rear one is practically bald.’

      She worked at her bottom lip again with her teeth, looking at the car with a defeated look on her expressive heart-shaped face.

      ‘Don’t worry,’ Jake said. ‘I’m sure it’ll get you to the hospital and back all right. But I wouldn’t take it on any long journeys until you’ve had it checked by a mechanic. I can give you the name of one who’ll take care of it for you without ripping you off.’

      ‘Thank you…’ She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear in a discomfited gesture.

      ‘I’ll get you a bucket,’ he said. ‘I have one in my garage.’

      ‘Please don’t bother,’ she said.

      ‘It’s no bother.’ Jake walked towards his garage and, fishing his remote out of his shorts pocket, activated the roller door. He ducked his head as the door was rising and grabbed the bucket next to his toolbox. ‘Can’t leave a job half done, now, can we?’ he said as he took the bucket over to the tap and filled it.

      ‘What are you doing?’ she asked.

      Jake took the sponge from her hand, watching as her eyes flared when his fingers brushed against hers. ‘Stand back,’ he said with a lopsided smile. ‘This is no job for a lady.’

      ‘I’m not sure what gives you the impression I’m completely rubbish at taking care of the simplest tasks,’ she said, bristling like a pedigree Persian cat in front of a scruffy mongrel dog. ‘But I’ll have you know I can wash a car all by myself.’

      Jake moved past her stiff little body to soap up the bonnet of the car. ‘It won’t take a minute,’ he said. ‘You’re too short to reach the roof in any case.’

      She stood back with her arms folded crossly, her plump mouth pushed forward in a pout. ‘That’s why I was using the hose,’ she said, shooting him a look.

      ‘Yeah, well, don’t blame the drought on me,’ Jake said, bending over to re-soap the sponge. ‘I suppose you don’t have to wash cars in England.’

      ‘Why do you say that?’ she asked.

      ‘Doesn’t it rain all the time?’ he asked as he cleaned the rooftop of the car.

      ‘Not all the time,’ she said, with a hint of defensiveness.

      A little silence passed.

      ‘Have you been to Britain?’ she asked.

      Jake squatted down to soap up the rim of the nearest tyre. He thought of the ticket to London he’d had to cancel when he’d found out about Rosie’s pregnancy. He’d only planned to go for a couple of months the year after he’d finished medical school. He’d organised for Robbie to stay with a reliable family and the girls with friends. He had counted the days until his first real holiday free of responsibility. But when Rosie had tearfully confessed her predicament he had cancelled his trip and had never got around to booking another.

      ‘It’s on my list of things to do.’

      ‘Have you been to Europe?’

      ‘Not yet.’

      ‘Why not?’ she asked. ‘I thought a man like you would have gone far and wide to sow your wild oats.’

      Jake straightened and tossed the sponge in the bucket like a basketball player landing a game-winning shot. ‘It hasn’t been a priority,’ he said. ‘Australia’s plenty big enough and exciting enough for me.’

      ‘That’s rather parochial of you, don’t you think?’ she said.

      He shrugged. ‘I figure there’ll be plenty of time for me to travel the world when I get other stuff out of the way.’

      ‘What other stuff?’ she asked. ‘Career stuff? Surely it’s in your interests career-wise to have lived and worked overseas as so many of your colleagues do?’

      Jake emptied the bucket and rinsed out the sponge at the tap. ‘Is that why you’re here?’ he asked, glancing at her over his shoulder. ‘To further your career?’

      Her eyes moved out of range of his. ‘Of course it is.’

      He picked up the bucket of rinsing water. ‘Three months isn’t very long,’ he said as he set to work on the car again.

      ‘It’s long enough.’

      ‘To further your career or mend a broken heart?’

      The air stiffened in silence.

      ‘I haven’t got a broken heart,’ she said.

      Jake looked at her over the top of the car. ‘Looks like it to me.’

      She straightened her slumped shoulders and sent him one of her Jane Austen looks. ‘And I suppose you know all the signs because you’ve broken so many female hearts yourself,’ she said.

      ‘I haven’t broken any just lately,’ he said. ‘Anyway, it’s not something I set out to do deliberately.’

      She gave a little laugh that was not even a distant cousin to humour. ‘I’m sure you don’t,’ she said, kicking at one of the tyres with her foot. ‘My ex claimed he didn’t do it on purpose, either.’

      ‘How long were you together?’ Jake asked.

      She let out a long sigh before she faced him. ‘For ever.’

      He came back around to her side and leaned against the car. ‘Want to talk about it?’

      Her eyes skittered away from his. ‘Not particularly.’

      ‘I take it he found someone else?’ Jake said.

      Her gaze was glazed with bitterness, like a coating of shellac. ‘My best friend.’

      ‘Ouch,’ he said, wincing in empathy. ‘That would’ve hurt.’

      ‘It did.’ She bit her lip until the blood drained away. ‘It does…’

      Jake hardly realised he had moved away from the car and put a hand on the top of her slim shoulder until he felt the lightning strike shock of the contact run up his arm from the cup of his palm.

      Her eyes met his and locked.

      Electricity zapped and fired.

      Desire roared through his veins like a runaway freight train. He could see the answering flare in her grey gaze. He felt the gentle shudder of her flesh beneath his hand. He stood mesmerised as the tip of her tongue snaked out and brushed over her soft lips in a single heartbeat of time that seemed immeasurable.

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