Their Newborn Gift. Nikki Logan

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      Nikki Logan lives next to a string of protected wetlands in Western Australia, with her long-suffering partner and a menagerie of furred, feathered and scaly mates. She studied film and theatre at university, and worked for years in advertising and film distribution before finally settling down in the wildlife industry. Her romance with nature goes way back, and she considers her life charmed, given she works with wildlife by day and writes fiction by night—the perfect way to combine her two loves. Nikki believes that the passion and risk of falling in love are perfectly mirrored in the danger and beauty of wild places. Every romance she writes contains an element of nature, and if readers catch a waft of rich earth or the spray of wild ocean between the pages she knows her job is done.

      Visit Nikki at her website: www.nikkilogan.com.au

       For Cadel

      Who fought hard to get to us and who is brilliant, living proof of the value of IVF.

      Thanks to Michelle and Melissa, who were such a pleasure to share this series with and who were so generous and welcoming to the new girl.

      To Kim Young, for your confidence in my stories.

      Lastly, with thanks and admiration for all the people who have worked so hard to save the extraordinary Kimberley region from feral predators, only to have bulldozers flatten it to make factories. Keep fighting the good fight, folks.

      Start your Kimberley journey here http://www.kimberleyaustralia.com

      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘OH, YOU are such a cheater…’

      Lea Curran swiped at the tears in her eyes, convinced she was going to run off the gravel road any second. Cause of death? Laughter.

      Amazing she could still laugh at all, really.

      She trained her eyes on her daughter’s face in the rear-view mirror. ‘Since when does Boab start with a T?’

      ‘T for tree.’ Four-year-old Molly giggled. It set off the usual heart-squeeze in Lea. Her giggles gave way to full tummy-laughs and then to heaving, hacking coughs. Lea’s smile stayed glued to her face through sheer will-power. She watched her daughter in the mirror for any sign that her distress was more than usual. But Molly—amazing Molly—just let the spasms pass, recovered her breath and went right on playing their driving game.

      As though every kid in the world coughed when they laughed.

      ‘Your turn, Mum.’

      Lea shifted her eyes back to the road. ‘I spy, with my little eye…’

      Their game went on as bush scrub whipped past the car, kilometre after kilometre.

      Molly’s body might have been falling apart, but her four-year-old brain was as sharp as ever. She compensated for her extremely limited physical stamina with a relentless intelli-gence that certainly didn’t come from the Curran side of the family. She could play this game for hours. They’d been on the road for three.

      Molly finally identified Lea’s ‘W’ word—wing mirror—and looked expectantly at her mother for more.

      ‘I spy…’ Lea’s chest clenched as she looked ahead ‘…something beginning with M.’

      Her sharp little daughter didn’t miss a beat. ‘Mum?’

      ‘Nope.’

      ‘Molly?’

      God, she loved her! ‘Outside the car.’

      ‘Oh.’ Mini eyebrows scrunched down over serious brown eyes then shot up. She didn’t notice their vehicle slowing. ‘Monkey?’

      ‘We’re in the Kimberley, Molly, no monkeys here. Good try, though.’ Lea glanced at the turn-off ahead and swallowed hard. A giant sign marked the turn-off for the Martin property.

      ‘Min…am…’ Molly read the giant red letters as best she could.

      ‘Minamurra,’ Lea assisted, turning the wheel and taking the car under the arched sign. Even she could hear the flat lifeless-ness in her voice as she added, ‘You win.’

      ‘Is that where we’re going?’

      ‘Nope.’ СКАЧАТЬ