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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. About the Author
  4. Also by Rachael Johns
  5. Title Page
  6. Dedication
  7. Chapter 1
  8. Chapter 2
  9. Chapter 3
  10. Chapter 4
  11. Chapter 5
  12. Chapter 6
  13. Chapter 7
  14. Chapter 8
  15. Chapter 9
  16. Chapter 10
  17. Chapter 11
  18. Chapter 12
  19. Chapter 13
  20. Chapter 14
  21. Chapter 15
  22. Chapter 16
  23. Chapter 17
  24. Chapter 18
  25. Chapter 19
  26. Chapter 20
  27. Chapter 21
  28. Chapter 22
  29. Chapter 23
  30. Chapter 24
  31. Chapter 25
  32. Chapter 26
  33. Chapter 27
  34. Chapter 28
  35. Chapter 29
  36. Chapter 30
  37. Chapter 31
  38. Chapter 32
  39. Chapter 33
  40. Chapter 34
  41. Chapter 35
  42. Chapter 36
  43. Chapter 37
  44. Chapter 38
  45. Chapter 39
  46. Chapter 40
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Chapter 45
  52. Chapter 46
  53. Chapter 47
  54. Chapter 48
  55. Chapter 49
  56. Chapter 50
  57. Chapter 51
  58. Chapter 52
  59. Chapter 53
  60. Chapter 54
  61. Chapter 55
  62. Chapter 56
  63. Chapter 57
  64. Chapter 58
  65. Epilogue
  66. Acknowledgements

‘Hi Sax.’ I felt a lift in my heart at the sight of him. ‘Would you like me to cook up some bacon and eggs for breakfast?’

‘Yum!’ said Payton.

‘I need more data,’ Saxon said. ‘Yours has run out.’

‘And a very good morning to you too.’ The flutter of maternal affection vanished, and I marched up the stairs and past him into the shack.

‘Good morning,’ he said snottily as he followed quickly on my heels. ‘Now can I have your credit card so I can top up my phone? I tried to ring Dad but he’s not answering.’

He was probably bonking someone! I pushed that irritating thought aside and focused on our son.

‘If you’ve used up your data and mine, then maybe you’ve used enough. We’re going to have a nice breakfast and then we’re going for a drive.’

He crossed his arms over his chest. ‘I’m not going anywhere until you refresh the data.’

I narrowed my eyes. ‘And I will not be blackmailed by you, so I suggest you change your tune.’

‘Whatever. I wouldn’t be even having this problem if you’d let me stay in Perth with Dad.’

‘As if your father would have wanted you there cramping his style on his kid-free week. And right now, I’m not sure I want you here either!’

Saxon recoiled, Payton started to cry, and Charlie growled in a way I’d never heard before. My heart was beating so fast it hurt. I’d never said anything like that to either of my kids, but I simply couldn’t control my anger.

‘You should be thankful to be able to stay in such a lovely place, Saxon. And if you don’t pick up your act and come out with Payton and me, and at least pretend to have fun …’ See, my bar wasn’t aimed too high. ‘Then not only will I cancel your phone plan altogether, but I’ll throw it and your laptop into the sea.’

‘You wouldn’t dare,’ he seethed. ‘I need them both for school.’

My hands on my hips, I leaned into his face. ‘Just try me.’

So much for reconnecting this trip.

After breakfast, Saxon—still grumpy—climbed into the back of my car and glowered all the way to the Pinnacles. I contemplated apologising for some of what I’d said, but in the end decided it might be better to show him rather than tell him that I loved him and just wanted us all to have a good time together.