Australian Affairs: Wed. Barbara Hannay
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Название: Australian Affairs: Wed
Автор: Barbara Hannay
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon M&B
isbn: 9781474086646
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‘I’m afraid it’ll have to be low-key. We don’t have much choice.’
With an annoyed frown, Ellie pushed the books away, picked up the tea mug and sipped. ‘Nice tea, thanks.’ She let out a heavy sigh. ‘The problem is, I didn’t order a lot of things in for Christmas. Jacko and I were supposed to be spending the day with Chip and Sara Anderson on Lucky Downs. All they wanted me to bring was homemade shortbread and wine and cheese. But now, with the creeks up, we won’t be able to get there.’
She waved her hand at the array of books. ‘Some people spend weeks planning their Christmas menus and here am I, just starting. Yikes, it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow.’
Joe helped himself to a chair and picked up the nearest book: Elegant and Easy Christmas.
‘Those recipes are gorgeous,’ Ellie said. ‘But they all need fancy ingredients that I don’t have.’
He flicked through pages filled with tempting pictures—a crab cocktail starter, turkey breast stuffed with pears and chestnut and rosemary, a herb-crusted standing rib roast, pumpkin and caramel tiramisu.
‘I see what you mean,’ he said. ‘These are certainly fancy. Would it help if we make a list of the things you have in store?’
‘Well, yes, I guess that’s sensible.’ Ellie rolled her eyes. ‘I’ve a pretty good range of meat, but my problem is the trimmings. I don’t have the sauces and spices and fancy herbs and that sort of thing. So I’m afraid we’re stuck with ordinary, boring stuff. For Christmas!’
‘Hmm.’
She looked up, eyeing Joe suspiciously. ‘You’re frowning and muttering. What does that mean?’
‘It means I’m thinking.’ Truth was—an exciting idea had flashed into his head. Crazy. Probably impossible.
But it was worth a try.
‘Excuse me,’ he said, jumping to his feet. ‘I need to make a phone call.’
‘There’s a phone here.’ Ellie nodded to the wall phone.
‘It’s OK. I’ve bought a sat phone, and I have the numbers stored.’
She looked understandably puzzled.
Adorably puzzled, Joe thought as he left the room.
By the light of the single bulb on the veranda, he found the number he wanted. Steve Hansen was an ex-Army mate and, to Joe’s relief, Steve answered the call quickly.
‘Steve, Joe Madden here. How are you?’
‘I’m fine, Joe, heard you were back. How are you, mate? More importantly, where are you? Any chance of having a Christmas drink with us?’
‘That’s why I’m ringing,’ Joe said. ‘I’ve a huge favour to ask.’
‘Well, ask away, mate. We both know how much I owe you. If it wasn’t for you, I would have flown home from Afghanistan in a wooden box. So, what is it?’
MIDAFTERNOON ON CHRISTMAS Eve and the Karinya kitchen was a hive of activity.
At one end of the table, Ellie and Jacko were cutting shortbread dough into star shapes—with loads of patience on Ellie’s part. At the other end, Joe, having consulted an elderly everyday cookbook, was stuffing a chicken with a mix of onion, soft breadcrumbs and dried herbs. To Ellie’s amusement, he was tackling the task with the serious concentration of a heart surgeon.
By now the rain had stopped and the air was super-hot and sticky—too hot and sticky for the ceiling fan to make much difference. Flies buzzed at the window screens and from outside came the smell of once parched earth now turned to mud.
With the back of her hand, Ellie wiped a strand of damp hair from her eyes. She was used to hot Christmases and she’d come to terms with the ordinariness of this year’s Christmas fare so, despite the conditions, she was actually feeling surprisingly upbeat.
She was certainly enjoying her truce with Joe.
And yet she was nervous about this situation. Playing happy families with her ex had to be risky. It was highly possible that she was enjoying Joe’s company far too much. Already, today they’d caught themselves laughing a couple of times.
Surely that had to be dangerous?
Could laughter lead to second thoughts? Could she find herself weakening and becoming susceptible to Joe’s charms, just as her mother had warned?
Then again, she knew these happy vibes couldn’t last. By Boxing Day, she and Joe would be back to normal.
Normal and divorced and leading separate peaceful lives.
‘OK,’ she said briskly, whipping her attention from her broken marriage to her neat sheets of shortbread stars and her small son’s not-so-neat efforts. ‘I think it’s time to pop these gourmet masterpieces into the—’
She stopped in mid-sentence as an approaching sound caught her attention.
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Jacko squealed. ‘Heli-chopper!’
Joe looked up from his task of stitching the chicken and grinned. ‘That’s probably Steve.’
‘Steve?’ Ellie frowned as the roar of the chopper blades grew louder. Closer.
‘Steve Hansen. A mate of mine from the Army. He got out last year.’
‘Oh.’
In a heartbeat Ellie guessed exactly what this meant. Joe was no longer stranded here. She went cold all over. Joe had found an escape route. A friend with a helicopter was coming to his rescue. He was about to leave her again.
Ridiculously, she began to shiver in spite of the heat. This was the reason for last night’s mysterious and secretive phone call. Joe had never explained, and all morning she’d been wondering.
Now, with an effort, she dredged up a smile. ‘Well, that’s your Christmas sorted.’
Joe looked at her strangely, but anything he might have said was drowned by the helicopter’s noisy arrival directly above the homestead roof.
There’d been helicopters at Karinya before. They’d come to help with the mustering, so little Jacko wasn’t frightened by the roaring noise. In fact he was squealing with delight as he dashed to the window.
The chopper was landing on the track beside the home paddock and, with a whoop of excitement, Joe picked the boy up and flipped him high onto his broad shoulders.
Ellie gulped. The sight of her son up on his father’s big shoulders was...
Breathtaking...
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