The Australian's Desire: Their Lost-and-Found Family / Long-Lost Son: Brand-New Family / A Proposal Worth Waiting For. Lilian Darcy

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      ‘Yeah?’ He grinned. ‘But I was asking—’

      ‘I know what you were asking. Don’t.’

      ‘Course I won’t. OK, I’ll be off and find myself a beer. You don’t want a ride home?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Good, ‘cos this is a great party. See ya,’ he said with his accustomed good humour. ‘But, you know, I’ve laid money the other way, so I’d prefer it if you could keep away from Carmichael. Ten quid’s worth keeping.’

      She turned around and Alistair was there.

      ‘Hey,’ Bruce said cheerfully. ‘She was just going home to bed and you. Seems she doesn’t have to.’ He gave Georgie a friendly push toward Alistair, chuckled and left them to it.

      The band started again. Fast swing.

      ‘Hi,’ Alistair said. ‘Would you like to dance?’

      ‘Dancing with you is dangerous.’

      ‘I know,’ he said, and he smiled. ‘We both know. But what’s life if we can’t live dangerously?’ And suddenly she had no choice at all. Alistair was tugging her into a rumba and she simply let herself go.

      There was nothing like dancing with an expert. There was nothing like dancing with Alistair.

      Dancing was wonderful.

      Georgie’s mother had loved dancing. From her tired, life-battered mother, dancing was the last thing anyone might expect, but May had loved it. She’d given up on hoping for dancing skill—or even interest—from the various no-hoper men she’d ended up with, but as a toddler Georgie had learned to be her mother’s partner. When things had got too ghastly she’d learned to turn on the radio and plead with her mother to dance.

      In the end illness and poverty had taken the dancing out of her, but May had left her daughter with a legacy she loved.

      And Alistair’s skill matched her own.

      They danced like competition dancers. Every move he made she knew and matched and melded with. They didn’t speak. She was laughing, abandoning herself to the joy of the dance, every fibre of her being responding to his.

      Others on the dance floor were falling back, clapping in time, cheering. She was hardly aware of it. She loved it. She loved …

      No. She didn’t love … anything. Just the dance …

      The music ended. She was exhausted, having danced to her limit, laughing up at him while the room erupted in cheers.

      ‘Where did you learn to dance like that?’ she demanded.

      ‘My dad insisted on dance lessons when I was a kid,’ he confessed, smiling, and he knew she loved it as much as he did. ‘Pretty silly, eh?’

      ‘Not silly at all,’ she said. ‘We ought to have introduced your dad to my mum.’

      ‘And added a few more complications to our lives?’

      Her smile faded, just a bit.

      What was she doing there? Bruce was watching her from the bar. She’d told him she was going home.

      She should go home.

      ‘I thought you weren’t coming,’ she said.

      ‘So did I,’ he said. ‘But Charles said the dancing was excellent.’

      ‘Yeah?’

      ‘And you were here,’ he said simply, and as the music resumed—this time a slow waltz—he took her into his arms again. ‘I’m not sure where this is going but I sat over there and figured that if I stayed there and you stayed here then I might miss my chance to find out.’

      She gasped. She tried to break away. But he was holding her tight against him. Her treacherous body was moving in time with his, melding to his.

      She succumbed to the dance.

      She succumbed to Alistair.

      And, as if on cue, the lights went out.

      Just like that, the room was blanketed in darkness. The sound system died and the last twangs of music from the band sounded tinny and echoing.

      ‘Is this a hint?’ someone said from the floor. ‘Is it time for the bride and groom to go to bed, then?’

      There was laughter but it sounded a bit nervous. For all the assurances they’d had that the cyclone would miss them, the locals were starting to make up their own minds.

      Alistair didn’t release her. For some dumb reason she didn’t want him to. She stood in the centre of the room while everyone else grew scared, and she felt … safe.

      Within the secure hold of Alistair’s arms she could look out and see what was going on.

      ‘Harry …’ It was Charles, calling from the doorway, and his tone was urgent.

      There was still some dim light—each table had a candle. Some candles had gone out, but people were using the lit ones to relight others. Soon there was enough light to see by.

      Cal came through from the veranda, seeking them out specifically.

      ‘What’s wrong?’ Georgie asked, seeing by his face that there was real trouble.

      ‘There’s been a bus accident up in the hills behind the town,’ he told them. ‘Martha and Dan Mackers saw the Mt Isa bus go past half an hour ago. Just after it passed they felt what they thought was an earth tremor. Given this weather, it’s a wonder they ventured out at all but they thought they’d take the Jeep down and check. They didn’t get far. The road’s collapsed just south of their place and the bus is on its side down the cliff. That place is a dead spot for mobile coverage so the report’s been brief—Dan had to get back to his place to phone in. So we have no idea what we’re facing. Charles is briefing Harry now. Can you two get back to the hospital?’

      ‘I’ll come with you up the mountain,’ Georgie said, hauling herself out of Alistair’s arms and stepping forward. ‘Of course I’ll come.’

      ‘No,’ Cal said. ‘I was with Charles when the call came and we talked it through. Yes, we’ll want medics on the mountain, but we want only the experienced emergency guys. We’ve had an upgrade on the cyclone. It’s veered. We’re right in its path and we’re expecting to be hit by morning. The hospital has to be prepared for multiple casualties and the code black disaster response is activated right now.’

      ‘Code black?’ Alistair queried.

      ‘The big one. Major external threat. I’d rather go,’ Georgie said.

      ‘Not going to happen,’ Cal snapped. ‘Not with that face. Charles wants you here, Georg—apart from him, you’ll be the most senior doctor staying put if I have everyone else СКАЧАТЬ