Scandalous Secrets. Michelle Douglas

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СКАЧАТЬ sat and watched the moon rise.

      She thought about the way he’d smiled at her when she’d handed him his plate. Somehow he didn’t feel like an employer. She wasn’t sure what he felt like, but...

      ‘Malley doesn’t know what he’s getting.’ Matt’s low growl from where he sat behind her made her jump. She’d been dreaming. Of a smile?

      Idiot!

      She didn’t answer. There was nothing to say to such a compliment. There was no reason his comment should have her off balance.

      Though, actually, there was.

      There were four more days of shearing to go. The floodwaters were slowly going down. She could probably leave now, though it’d still be a risk. And Matt still needed her.

      But in four days...

      ‘You are still going to Malley’s?’ Matt asked and she tried to think of a way to say it, and couldn’t.

      But he guessed. Maybe her silence was answer enough. ‘You’ve changed your mind?’ Matt put his empty plate aside and came across to where she sat on the edge of the veranda. He slipped down beside her and the night seemed to close in around them, a warm and intimate space that held only them.

      What was she thinking? Intimate? He was her boss!

      He was a man and she didn’t trust herself with men. Didn’t they always want something? Something other than her? Even Matt. He needed her to cook. She was useful, nothing else.

      So stop thinking of something else.

      ‘Malley changed my mind,’ she managed, and was disconcerted at the way her voice worked. Or didn’t work. Why were emotions suddenly crowding in on her?

      And it wasn’t just how close Matt was sitting beside her, she thought. It was more. In four days she wouldn’t be needed. Again.

      Wasn’t that what she wanted?

      Oh, for heaven’s sake, get over it, she told herself and swung her feet in an attempt at defiance.

      As if sensing his mistress needed a bit of support, Samson edged sideways and crept up onto her knee. He was filthy but she didn’t mind. Penny had given up on the bathing. Samson was now a farm dog.

      If her mother could see her now she’d have kittens, Penny thought. She was filthy too, covered in the flour she’d used to prepare the bread dough for the morning. She was cradling a stinking poodle.

      But Matt was sitting by her side and she thought, I don’t care. Mum has Felicity if she wants a beautiful daughter. I’m happy here.

      It was a strange thought—a liberating thought. She tried to think of Brett. Or Felicity. Of the two of them hand in hand telling her they’d betrayed her.

      They can have each other, she thought, and it was the first time she’d felt no bitterness.

      Ten days of shearing had changed things. Ten days of sitting outside every night with Matt? But there were only four days to go.

      ‘You going to tell me about Malley?’ Matt asked. He’d given her time. He’d sensed there were things she was coming to terms with, but now he was asking again.

      What had she told him? Malley changed my mind.

      Yeah, he had, and she’d been upset and she should still be upset. But how hard was it to be angry when she was sitting with this man whose empathy twisted something inside her that she hadn’t known existed.

      ‘I phoned Malley the night I got here,’ she admitted. ‘He told me I was a...well, I won’t say what he said but the gist of it was that I was a fool for taking the route I did and he was an idiot himself for thinking a citified b...a citified woman could do the job. He said he’d find someone else. He called me a whole lot of words I’d never heard of. I guess I was pretty upset so when he rang back and expected me to drop everything...’

      And then she stopped. She hadn’t meant to say any more. What was it about this man that messed with her head? That messed with the plan of action she knew was sensible?

      ‘Drop everything?’ he said slowly, and she thought uh oh. She went to get up but he put his hand on her arm and held her still. ‘You mean abandon this place?’ He was frowning. ‘Is that what he meant?’

      ‘He rang me back two days after I got here,’ she admitted. ‘But it’s okay. I used a few of his words back at him. Not...not the worst ones. But maybe the ones about being an idiot for ever thinking I’d take the job.’

      ‘But why did he ring?’

      This was sort of embarrassing. She’d been dumb to say anything at all but Matt was watching her. He was frowning, obviously thinking through the words she’d let slip. She had no choice but to be honest.

      ‘He ended up almost as trapped as we are, so finding another cook wasn’t an option,’ she told him. ‘And it’s costing him. Malley’s hotel is the base for scores of stranded tourists. He has supplies but no one to cook. He’s losing a fortune.’

      ‘So?’ Matt said slowly.

      ‘So he knows one of the chopper pilots who’s doing feed drops up north. I gather for two days he fumed at how useless I was and then he realized he didn’t have a choice. So he bribed the chopper pilot to come and get me.’

      There was a loaded silence.

      ‘So why didn’t you go?’

      ‘You told me he had mice.’

      ‘And you told me you could clean.’

      ‘So I could,’ she said with sudden asperity. ‘But I didn’t see why I should clean for someone with such a foul mouth. The tourists can cook for themselves if they need to. Why should I go?’

      ‘But you came all the way here to take a permanent, full-time job.’

      ‘I did.’

      ‘And shearing finishes in four days.’ He frowned. ‘Why didn’t you accept? I don’t understand.’

      And she didn’t, either. Not totally. It had been a decision of the heart, not the head, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.

      She reverted to being practical. ‘The chopper pilot was supposed to be dropping food to stranded livestock, so what was he about, agreeing to pick me up? How could I live with myself knowing cows were hungry because of me? Besides, they couldn’t fit my car into the chopper.’

      ‘You were the one who suggested leaving your car here until after the floods.’

      Drat, why did he have to have such a good memory?

      ‘So why?’ he asked again, more gently, and suddenly there seemed nothing left but the truth.

      ‘You needed me,’ she told him. ‘And...’

      ‘And?’

      Her chin tilted. This was СКАЧАТЬ