Road Trip with the Eligible Bachelor. Michelle Douglas

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      You weren’t happy.

      Her happiness had nothing to do with it. She scratched her nose and stared across at Robbie and Chase.

      ‘Quinn?’

      She shook herself and pasted on a smile. ‘Mara is only fifty-two but she’s developed severe arthritis. She needs a hip replacement.’ She needed help. ‘My boys don’t have any family in Perth. I think it’d be nice for them to know Mara better.’

      Comprehension flashed across his face. ‘You’re moving there to look after her.’

      ‘I expect we’ll all look after each other. Like I said, she owns an olive farm and her second-in-command recently married and moved to the States.’

      ‘And you’re going to fill the position?’

      He didn’t ask with any judgement in his voice. She shouldn’t feel as if she’d been found so...lacking. ‘Yes.’

      She tossed her head. Besides, she was looking forward to that challenge. Her admin job in the Department of Chemistry at the University of Western Australia had palled years ago. Not that it had ever had much shine.

      Still, it had provided them with the security of a fortnightly pay packet. It had supported her and the boys for the last five years. It—

      She slammed a halt on the doubts that tried to crowd her. If worse came to worse, if things didn’t work out at Aunt Mara’s, she’d be able to pick up an office job in no time at all. Somewhere.

      She bit back a sigh and then straightened her spine. There was absolutely no reason why things wouldn’t work out. She loved her aunt. So did the boys. The Hunter Valley was a beautiful place and the boys would thrive in all of that sunshine and the wide open spaces. They’d go to good schools and she’d get them a dog. They’d make friends fast. And so would she.

      She crossed her fingers. The change might even help her overcome the ennui that had started to take her over. She’d learn new skills and maybe, eventually, she’d stop feeling so alone.

      Win-win for everyone. Perfect!

      She turned back to Aidan and pressed her hands together. ‘This is such an exciting time for us.’

      ‘And a scary one too, I imagine.’

      She didn’t want to admit that. Not out loud.

      ‘I mean you’re turning your whole life on its head.’

      She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and concentrated on keeping her breathing even.

      He stared across at the playground. ‘And it’s not just your life that this decision impacts either so—’

      ‘Are you trying to make me hyperventilate?’ she demanded.

      His jaw dropped. ‘Heck, no! I just think it’s amazing and courageous and...’

      She gritted her teeth for a moment before pasting on another smile. She suspected it was more a grimace from the way Aidan eased back a fraction and kept his eyes trained on her. ‘Which is why this road trip of ours is so important to me. I’ve promised the boys that we’ll treat it as a holiday. I’m determined that we’ll take our time and that everyone will be as relaxed as possible so I can answer any questions about this new life of ours, help ease any fears and apprehensions that might come to light, and to just...’

      She reached out as if to grasp the words she sought from the air. ‘To help us all look forward to this new beginning and be excited about it.’ She turned to him, willing him to understand. ‘It’s the reason I’ve been chirpy-chirpy-cheeping with all of my might.’

      Beneath his tan, he paled. ‘And I’m screwing that up for you.’

      ‘No you’re not. Not exactly. But now that you know, maybe you can ease up a bit.’

      ‘And part company with you at Adelaide.’

      She slapped a hand down on the blanket between them and leaned in closer. He smelled of something spicy and sharp like eucalyptus oil or crushed pine needles. She breathed him in and the constriction about her lungs eased a fraction. ‘By going with the flow and relaxing,’ she corrected. ‘You’re obviously stressed about this plane strike and getting back home to Sydney, but...’

      He latched onto that. ‘But?’

      ‘We’re all stuck with each other for the six days or so, right?’

      ‘Six days!’ He swallowed. He nodded. ‘Six days. Right.’

      ‘So can’t you stop chafing at the constraints and just...just look at this time as a bit of a gift? Embrace it as an unexpected holiday or a timeout from a hectic schedule?’

      He stared at her. ‘A holiday?’ He said the words as if testing them out. Very slowly he started to nod. ‘Fretting about the delay isn’t going to change anything, is it?’

      Precisely.

      ‘In fact, it would be making things harder on you and the boys.’

      ‘And on you.’ She shook her head. ‘I hate to think what your raised cortisol levels are doing to your overall heath.’

      ‘Cortisol?’

      ‘It’s a hormone that’s released into our bloodstreams during times of stress. It’s not good for us in large constant doses.’ It took an effort of will not to fidget under his stare. She waved a dismissive hand. ‘I read about it in a book.’

      This man would benefit from regular meditation too, but she didn’t suggest it. She’d suggested enough for one day. She leant back on her hands and lifted her face to what was left of the sun and made herself laugh. ‘We’re certainly getting holiday weather.’ Summer might be over officially, but nobody had informed the weather of that fact.

      He glanced around and nodded.

      ‘Look at how blue the sky is and the golden haze on the horizon. This is my absolute favourite time of day.’

      His shoulders loosened.

      ‘I love the way the shadows lengthen and how stands of trees almost turn purple in the shade, like those ones over there,’ she murmured.

      He pulled in an audible breath and let it out in one long exhalation.

      ‘I just want to drink it all in.’

      They were quiet for a few moments. She hoped he was savouring the afternoon as much as she was.

      ‘You remind me of someone.’

      It was the most relaxed she’d heard him sound. ‘Who?’

      He swivelled to face her. ‘My turn.’

      She blinked. ‘For?’

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