Shadowing Shahna. Laurey Bright

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      Attracted by the novelty of the backpack, Samuel had discovered the plastic buckle on the end of a nylon strap and was chewing on it.

      “Does he eat everything?” Kier asked, frowning.

      “Pretty much. He’s teething.” She’d had to pick him up in the early hours this morning, in the end giving him a spoonful of prescription medicine. He would have been up for breakfast well before eight but the interrupted night had disrupted his sleep pattern.

      She handed him a toy tractor from the basket to distract him from the backpack, then made to heave the pack onto the settle again.

      “I’ll do that!” Swiftly Kier strode across the room and took it from her. His hand brushed hers and she quickly stepped back, a rush of sheer physical pleasure leaving her shaken and dismayed.

      “What have you got in there?” she queried to distract herself. The pack was heavy.

      “My laptop, among other things. And a mobile phone.”

      “That won’t be much use around here.”

      “So I discovered last night. Then Timoti told me they don’t work in the Hokianga.” He directed a searching look at her. “If you’re not hiding, why pick this godforsaken spot?”

      Shahna kept her voice steady. “It’s a good place to bring up a child. And I can live cheaply here.”

      “Are you short of money?” he enquired sharply.

      “No, I have some savings and the money from the sale of my apartment. But I want to make it last while I build up my business.”

      “Your jewelry. Can you earn a living from that?”

      “I hope to.” Her work was becoming known to discerning buyers, and it didn’t sell cheaply. It was intricate and time-consuming, each piece unique, and worth every cent.

      “A good place to bring up a child?” Kier sounded skeptical. “The middle of nowhere?”

      Shahna smiled inwardly. Naturally the remoteness of the area horrified him. He was totally out of his normal element. “There’s a village a few miles away, with a store that sells milk and bread and groceries, even a daily paper.”

      “What happens if he’s sick, or you are?”

      “The hospital at Rawene runs a nurses’ clinic over here, and a doctor comes across once a week. Or I can drive to Kaitaia hospital in about an hour.”

      “Drive?” Kier looked out the window where, beyond the neat A-frame henhouse, a couple of telephone and power wires ran alongside a barely discernible farm track, overhung by trees. “I don’t see any car.”

      “I keep it next door at the farm.”

      He pulled his gaze from the crowded trees. Somewhere in the distance a bull roared. “This is a far cry from Sydney.”

      “Yes,” Shahna agreed. “I don’t expect you to understand.” Born and bred in Sydney, Kier was a king of the concrete jungle.

      His gaze went back to Samuel, who was lifting toys from the basket to discard them on the floor, occasionally pausing to try one for taste. “I don’t understand any of this.” Kier lifted hard eyes to hers. “You didn’t deliberately get pregnant, did you?”

      Shahna drew a deep breath. The question bought long-denied emotions to the forefront of her mind. Guilt, grief, shame and a tearing, exquisitely painful regret.

      He had asked for the truth. She would give it to him. “Actually…yes.” The bare truth with no excuses or explanations, unvarnished by the complexities surrounding her reckless decision.

      In hindsight it hadn’t been the wisest thing to do, but she couldn’t find it in herself to regret giving birth to Samuel.

      Again anger smoldered in the blue depths of Kier’s eyes. “And planned to bring him up without a father?”

      Planned? How could she reply to that? “Not…exactly,” she hedged.

      “Then why didn’t you contact me? Don’t you think I had a right to know?”

      Shahna went cold, despite the summer-morning heat creeping into the cottage. Sun-wakened cicadas shrilled in the trees outside.

      Her hands clenched, clammy with sudden sweat, and Kier’s face seemed to recede and then swim into focus. She’d never thought she’d have to confront him with this. It was like a bad dream. “No,” she said, looking at him steadily. “He’s not yours, Kier.”

      Kier blinked, then seemed to brush her denial aside, making a scornful sound. “What sort of fool do you take me for?” he inquired with forceful sarcasm. “It was certainly no bloody virgin birth!”

      Samuel, who had been looking from one to the other of them while clutching a small stuffed rabbit, suddenly burst into loud sobs.

      Immediately Shahna’s attention switched to him. “It’s all right, Sam-sam!” She gathered him up into her arms and shushed him, gently swaying her body from side to side to soothe him. “He’s not used to people quarreling,” she told Kier quietly, her hand cradling the baby’s head on her shoulder. “Shh, darling. No one’s going to hurt you.” She kissed a fat tear from a rounded, rose-petal cheek.

      Samuel snuffled into gradual silence against her while she murmured comforting words and Kier stood by, black brows drawn together.

      Shahna wiped the child’s hot face with her fingers, and Samuel turned his head, stared at Kier and pointed, saying accusingly, “Ma’!”

      “Yes.” She had to laugh a little at his baby aggression. “Man. That’s Kier. Mummy used to know him.”

      Ominously Kier’s mouth tightened again.

      “Kee?” Samuel queried, looking at her for confirmation.

      “Kier. He won’t hurt you,” she assured him again. Though Kier’s murderous expression indicated he would have liked to hurt someone, hit someone, she knew he wouldn’t.

      “Kee.” Samuel gazed at Kier with solemn suspicion.

      “Does he understand you?” Kier asked, the savage look consciously banished, although his face still looked tight and his voice was strained.

      “Not every word. He understands tones of voice.”

      “I didn’t mean to frighten him.” Kier was looking back at Samuel, keeping his voice low. “I’m sorry.”

      “Kee,” Samuel said again, and leaned away from Shahna’s hold, stretching his arms toward the man.

      Shahna smiled. “Apology accepted.”

      Kier instinctively held out his hands to take the baby reaching out to him. Two chubby arms came about his neck, and incredibly soft curls tickled his chin. He put one arm under the padded little behind while the other held the small, sturdy body close to his chest.

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