Her Happy-Ever-After Family. Barbara Hannay

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      ‘Are you okay with that?’

      ‘Sure.’ As long as Bellaroo Creek flourished. As long as the primary school remained open. As long…

      She kicked herself into action. Standing still for too long allowed doubts to bombard her. And what was the use in those? Striding around the car, she retrieved Fluffy and the cage.

      ‘So what’s wrong?’

      She sent him a swift glance. ‘Who says anything’s wrong?’

      ‘I do. Your eyes are darker than normal and you have a tiny furrow here.’ He touched a spot on her forehead, before taking the cage from her.

      She folded her arms. How could this man be so attuned to her and yet be so far out of reach? She clamped her lips shut. He was out of reach. That was the pertinent fact. Everything else was just…wishful thinking.

      ‘Tess?’

      She turned away, swallowing back a sigh, and led the way down the side of the house. ‘They want to inter their mother’s remains in Bellaroo Creek’s cemetery, but they’ve made no mention of their father.’

      She plonked herself down on the garden bench and watched Cam as he placed Fluffy into her mansion of a coop. He was a joy to watch. He might be big, but he didn’t lumber about like a bear. He moved with the grace of a big cat.

      She forced her gaze away, only turning back when he took a seat beside her. ‘And that’s a problem?’

      She thought about it. ‘I don’t know. Potentially, I guess. We had Sarah and Bruce cremated, but I had no idea what to do with the ashes. A counsellor suggested I let the children be part of the decision-making process, but they were appalled at the thought of scattering the ashes. So…’

      ‘So you brought them with you.’

      ‘They were very insistent that their mother should come with us.’

      ‘But their father?’

      ‘Not a brass razoo.’ She shook her head. ‘And I couldn’t very well leave him behind, could I?’

      ‘I guess not.’ He squinted up at the sky. ‘I expect they’ll need closure at some point.’

      ‘Lord, I hope so.’ She grinned at him. ‘Because I’m not sure I want Bruce living on the top of my wardrobe for the next twenty years.’

      He laughed as she’d meant him to, but he leaned towards her, and that suddenly seemed dangerous. ‘And, yet, why do I get the feeling that if that’s how long Krissie and Ty need, then that’s exactly where Bruce will stay?’

      He smelled like cut grass, dirt and fresh air. It hit her that he smelled like Bellaroo Creek. When he went to Africa, he’d be taking a little bit of Bellaroo Creek with him. The thought should’ve made her smile.

      ‘I met Edna Fairfield.’

      He leaned back. ‘Keeping Jack company?’

      ‘Uh-huh.’

      She eyed him for a moment. He rolled his shoulders. ‘What?’

      ‘She has a very high opinion of you.’

      ‘I have a high opinion of her and Ted.’

      ‘They’ll miss you if you leave.’

      ‘When, Tess. When I leave.’

      She shook herself. ‘That’s what I meant.’

      He had exciting, not to mention important, work to look forward to in Africa. He had the promise of adventure before him, the once-in-a-lifetime experience of immersing himself in another culture and sharing his knowledge, and helping make the world a better place. She couldn’t begrudge him his dream, but…

      She pulled in a breath. ‘I liked her a lot. I don’t know much about cattle, but…but could you teach me what to do so I can help them out?’

      ‘Nope.’

      She gaped at him.

      ‘Lord, Tess, you think I’m just going to abandon them?’

      ‘Well, aren’t you?’ He was abandoning all of Bellaroo Creek, wasn’t he?

      ‘I’ve told Fraser to keep an eye on things out there, to help wherever needed.’

      His station manager? ‘It won’t be the same, you know?’

      ‘That can’t be helped.’

      She supposed he was right.

      ‘If you really want to help Edna out, you’ll drop out there when her fruit trees are full and pick the fruit for her…and ask her to teach you how to bottle it, and how to make jam. She’d love that.’

      ‘Excellent.’ She’d have to find out when the trees came into fruit. Oh, and she’d better find out what kind of fruit trees they were too.

      ‘Plum and mulberry. And you’ll be looking at about November.’

      The man could read minds.

      ‘And I also think you should come to judo lessons.’

      His sudden change of topic threw her like an unexpected rhythm or an atonal jazz riff. ‘You mean…participate? Be one of your students?’

      ‘What would it hurt to learn a few self-defence tactics?’

      Nothing, she supposed, but she’d never precisely been the sporty type.

      ‘And you’re going to be there anyway, bringing Ty and Krissie to the class. So, why not?’

      She saw it then, what it was he was trying to do. ‘You think Ty and Krissie will feel safer if I know how to defend myself.’ Her heart thumped and her hands clenched.

      ‘I think it’s a good idea for every woman to know how to defend herself.’

      She chewed her bottom lip.

      ‘Come on, Tess, I’m not talking about grating carrots here.’

      He was right. ‘It’s an excellent suggestion.’

      ‘Good.’

      ‘Now what can I do for you?’

      He blinked. And for a moment she could’ve sworn the colour heightened on his cheekbones. Her heart leapt into her throat and it was all she could do not to cough and choke and make a fool of herself. ‘I mean,’ she rasped out, gazing everywhere except at him, ‘I expect there’s a reason you dropped by this afternoon, other than to bully me into taking your judo class?’

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