The Mirrabrook Marriage. Barbara Hannay

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      The sight of it unleashed a terrible tumult inside her. The usual tumult. Each time this happened it trapped her afresh. Each time she hoped that this time Reid would haul her into his arms and show her with his body what he couldn’t tell her. Show her the truth…that he loved her still.

      This time…

      It had to happen. Had to be this time.

      They couldn’t go on like this. It was hopeless.

      Hopeless…

      Hopeless. The hollow, desolate word echoed and clanged in her head.

      Perhaps it was that empty echo or perhaps it was the effect of the afternoon sunlight, gilding Reid with a bronzed glow that made him more unbearably handsome than ever. Whatever the reason, Sarah suddenly knew that this had to be a turning point.

      A man who looked at a woman with that kind of hunger should push her against a wall and kiss her for a week. He should grab her and haul her down into the hay bales in the corner of the yard. She wouldn’t allow Reid to look at her as if he wanted to make love to her and dismiss the moment with another grin, another joke.

      If he did…she had no choice; she would walk away from him today and not come back. She would leave the district—apply for a transfer and take a teaching post in another part of the state. Reclaim her life.

      Her heart thumped painfully as she watched him stoop to pick up his saddle. She didn’t move as he began to stride across the yard towards her and she couldn’t help running her tongue over her lips to rid them of dust.

      His eyes followed the movement and hungry shadows darkened his silver irises. He drew close and she held her breath.

      Just toss that saddle aside and kiss me, Reid. I’m yours. You know I’ve always been yours.

      A breathless hush seemed to fall over the bush as he stopped in front of her. It was so quiet she could hear the pounding rhythm of her blood drumming in her veins.

      He stopped so close in front of her that she could see the individual grains of skin on his strong jaw and the tiny pinprick beginnings of his dark beard.

      This is your last chance, Reid.

      Behind him, one of the horses made a soft snuffling snort.

      The sound seemed to break the spell. Reid’s mouth tilted into a lopsided smile.

      And Sarah’s heart sank straight through the hard-packed dirt of the horse yard.

      ‘You’ve got a leaf caught in your hair,’ he said, reaching with his free hand to pluck something from a dark strand that hung over her shoulder.

      She closed her eyes and her chest squeezed the breath from her lungs as his hand brushed close to her cheek without quite touching. She felt the flick of his fingers against her hair and the brush of his wrist on her shoulder, but when she dared to open her eyes again he was moving past her to set the saddle inside the tack room.

      She knew that when he returned the dark emotion in his eyes would be replaced by a milder light and he would be smiling easily.

      But no.

      When he stepped outside he paused again, standing beside her, staring with an intensity that made her tremble. She felt ill. If it didn’t happen now, it never would.

      Muscles in his throat worked and he looked away. ‘We’d better go up to the homestead.’

      Beside him Sarah had to reach for the door frame to steady herself. She felt so drained she couldn’t even cry.

      Reid frowned. ‘You’re coming up to the house, aren’t you, Sarah?’

      She tried to swallow the clump of awful emotion in her throat. ‘I don’t think I will today, thanks.’

      His eyes pierced her with a sharp, searching wariness. ‘Don’t you want to sample our new cook’s fare? He’s very good.’

      She shrugged in an effort to hide the storm breaking inside her. ‘I still have some marking to do and lessons to prepare for next week.’ Before she could weaken, she set off across the yard. ‘Catch you later, Reid.’

      He didn’t respond.

      She told herself that it was a good sign; she’d shocked him. But when she reached the gate and turned to wave goodbye she caught a glimpse of his stricken face as he stared at the ground, and his clear disappointment gave her no sense of satisfaction. None at all.

      ‘You’re leaving town?’ Ned Dyson, the editor of Mirrabrook’s tiny newspaper, couldn’t have looked more appalled if Sarah had announced she’d contracted smallpox.

      ‘I’m afraid so, Ned. I’ve applied to the Education Department for a transfer to the coast. I’m well overdue for a change, so I’m pretty confident they’ll let me go.’

      Ned groaned and threw his arms into the air in a melodramatic gesture of despair. Next moment he launched himself out of his swivel chair, circuited his paper-strewn desk and came to a halt in front of Sarah. Pushing his glasses back up his ski slope nose, he stared at her as if he needed to look into her eyes before he’d believe her.

      ‘Do you really want to go? After all this time?’

      She nodded. She was determined to go through with this. She had to.

      Ned let out a noisy sigh and propped his hands on his hips. ‘The town’s going to take this hard, Sarah.’

      ‘I suppose they might, but that’s only because I’ve been here for too long and everyone’s so used to me.’

      ‘It’s more than that. We’ll never get another teacher who loves the kids the way you do.’

      ‘Of course you will.’

      ‘And what about your agony aunt column?’ Ned raked a pudgy hand over his bald patch and his eyes bulged with horror. ‘Geez, Sarah, I’ve Buckley’s chance of finding anyone who can hand out advice the way you do. You’ve got such a knack. The whole district hangs on to your every word.’

      But now it’s time for me to take my own advice.

      ‘What I write is just common sense, Ned. You know that.’

      ‘But you always manage to make people feel so good about themselves—even when they’ve made stupid mistakes.’ Ned flung out his arms. ‘You’re a flaming genius. Most people around here think I hire someone from down south to answer their letters, some hotshot psychologist in the big smoke.’

      ‘That’s not because I’m any kind of genius; it’s because they want to believe the advice is coming from an expert. We both know they’d be devastated if they discovered the woman who taught their kids was Ask Auntie.’

      ‘Doesn’t matter. You’re damn good.’

      Sarah dropped her gaze to avoid the pleading in Ned’s eyes. Nothing about her move away was going to be easy. For starters, she didn’t really want to go. It would be a wrench to turn СКАЧАТЬ