Men In Uniform: Taken By The Soldier: The Soldier's Untamed Heart / Closer... / Groom Under Fire. Nikki Logan

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СКАЧАТЬ kangaroo. A joey. That was what she’d seen moving so slightly in the mother’s body. He tucked it immediately into the warmth of the sweater and used the sleeves to tie around Romy’s neck like a sling.

      She stood quietly, staring in amazement at the large, confused eyes which blinked at her from the deep folds of fabric. The joey immediately sought the warmth of her body, settling in the makeshift pouch and pressing harder against her heartbeat. Clint leaned in close, reaching behind to fashion a knot from the stretched sleeves. In moments it was done and she found herself a surrogate mother to the tiniest life she’d ever held.

      Her gaze drifted up and found Clint’s. From death to life in a heartbeat. Her energy shifted from mourning the dead kangaroo to the survival of her tiny joey. His own eyes burned with focus, as though the opportunity to save a life consumed him.

      ‘Climb in. There’s a carer about an hour away. We’ll take her there.’

      ‘Her?’

      ‘Look at her eyes—they’re enormous like yours.’ His regard burned into her for the briefest of moments, the barest suggestion of the simmering, molten man behind the tough exterior. It was enough to make Romy’s mouth dry.

      First feeling safe. Now going pasty mouthed. What the hell was coming over her?

      As Clint dragged the dead roo’s carcass gently to the side of the track, she climbed in the front seat of the ute and secured the tiny life form more firmly against her body. She wasn’t too concerned about its ability to breathe. A woollen sweater would have to be easier than the thick damp cover of a flesh pouch.

      She patted the mobile phone in her pocket to make sure it was still there and then turned to Clint.

      ‘Drive.’

Chapter Five

      WITHOUT the little life pressed against her chest, Romy felt strangely cold.

      They’d interrupted the carer sitting to dinner with her family but on seeing their precious bundle the whole family kicked into action, apparently well used to the arrival of pouch-age survivors of roo strikes. Before Romy and Clint left, the carer’s husband took a moment to introduce some other young kangaroos, all raised by their family, all survivors of road accidents. Seeing them so healthy and grown was the only reason Romy was willing to leave her tiny charge in their very good hands. Otherwise, she was going to ask for a crash course in marsupial raising and take the baby home again.

      Clint had to shepherd her with his body away from the joey as it settled in a lamb’s-wool pouch in the arms of the carer, hungrily slurping rescue formula from a baby’s bottle. There was nothing more they could do, but she’d been strangely reluctant to go. It was stupid, but it felt like their joey—hers and Clint’s.

      All the more reason to leave it behind, she thought now, staring out into the thick darkness of the forest as they drove. The last thing she needed was additional reasons to feel connected to a self-confessed hermit. And an ex-military one at that. She sighed.

      ‘People suck.’ Given they were the first real words she’d uttered in the forty-minute return trip, they held some weight.

      Clint turned to look at her, his eyes glowing in the light coming off the dash. ‘Can’t disagree with that. Why particularly?’

      ‘That roo was just minding her own business, getting her baby somewhere safe for the night, and…wham!’ They weren’t called roo bars for nothing. Most country vehicles had them. Great for protecting the fronts of cars, not so great for the hapless roos they connected with.

      ‘We saved one life tonight. That’s something.’

      She sighed deeply. ‘Doesn’t feel like enough.’

      His voice dropped to husky. ‘You have a soft centre, Romy Carvell.’

      She snorted. ‘Yeah, I’m a regular Turkish delight.’

      His lips twisted as he returned to watching the road. ‘Maybe you have to have seen the loss of life to appreciate saving one.’

      Romy glanced at him. ‘Maybe so. I’ve never had anyone close to me die. Not that I remember.’

      He glanced at her. ‘Grandparents?’

      ‘Nope. Gone pre-me.’

      ‘Parents?’

      ‘Mum died having me. Dad’s still around.’ Somewhere.

      ‘Consider yourself lucky, then.’

      ‘You’ve seen a fair bit of death.’ Not a question.

      ‘Seen it.’ He took his eyes off the road for longer to stare at her. ‘Been it.’

      She chuckled. ‘Now I’m imagining you getting around in a hooded cape with a sickle.’

      ‘It felt like it some days.’

      Her voice softened. ‘It would take a lot of saved kangaroos to offset that, I would imagine.’

      He thought about that. ‘Not so many. Death is a process. Life is a miracle. Saving even one means something.’

      They passed through the WildSprings entry statement and Romy instinctively glanced around for any signs of trouble. Hard habit to break. She noticed Clint did the same. As they reached the admin building, Justin emerged with an armful of files, heading for his 4WD. He raised his free hand in a wave. Clint responded with the obligatory country salute, a couple of fingers lifted from the steering wheel.

      She glanced at her watch, wondering why Justin was working so late and gasped. ‘It’s ten o’clock! I didn’t ring Leighton.’ It was too late to call now; the boys would probably be in bed.

      ‘He’ll be fine. Call in the morning.’

      Being managed irritated her as much as the fact that Clint was once again giving her parenting advice. She reached for her mobile. ‘What if he needs me?’

      He slid his hand over hers to prevent her from flipping her phone open. ‘Then he would have called you. Seriously, Romy. Let him enjoy a night away.’

      Away from me? She measured her words before uttering them. ‘You think I overprotect him.’

      ‘I think you’ve done an amazing job with him…’

       But…

      ‘…but he’s growing up and he’s going to start needing some space from Mum now and again.’

      Romy knew he was right, but she didn’t like having it pointed out by a virtual stranger. No, her inner voice condemned. She may have only met him a week ago but Clint McLeish was less of a stranger than the small handful of people she’d known her whole life. He just seemed to…get her.

      ‘Are you speaking from personal experience? Did you value your space even as a kid?’ she asked.

      He looked at her, surprised. ‘I guess I did, yes. СКАЧАТЬ