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Chapters (70)
  1. COVER PAGE
  2. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  3. DEDICATION
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART I BIRTH
  6. ONE
  7. TWO
  8. THREE
  9. FOUR
  10. FIVE
  11. SIX
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. TEN
  16. ELEVEN
  17. TWELVE
  18. THIRTEEN
  19. FOURTEEN
  20. FIFTEEN
  21. PART II LIFE
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. TWENTY
  27. TWENTY-ONE
  28. TWENTY-TWO
  29. TWENTY-THREE
  30. TWENTY-FOUR
  31. TWENTY-FIVE
  32. TWENTY-SIX
  33. TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. TWENTY-NINE
  36. THIRTY
  37. THIRTY-ONE
  38. THIRTY-TWO
  39. THIRTY-THREE
  40. THIRTY-FOUR
  41. PART III DEATH
  42. THIRTY-FIVE
  43. THIRTY-SIX
  44. THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. THIRTY-NINE
  47. FORTY
  48. FORTY-ONE
  49. FORTY-TWO
  50. FORTY-THREE
  51. FORTY-FOUR
  52. FORTY-FIVE
  53. FORTY-SIX
  54. FORTY-SEVEN
  55. FORTY-EIGHT
  56. FORTY-NINE
  57. FIFTY
  58. FIFTY-ONE
  59. FIFTY-TWO
  60. FIFTY-THREE
  61. FIFTY-FOUR
  62. FIFTY-FIVE
  63. FIFTY-SIX
  64. FIFTY-SEVEN
  65. FIFTY-EIGHT
  66. FIFTY-NINE
  67. SIXTY
  68. EPILOGUE
  69. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  70. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I suddenly have a terrible thought. ‘If the police were busy with the escaped felons, then who was stopping that boy from shooting his mother’s horse?’

Max looks horrified, then he shakes his head. ‘No way, Kitty,’ he says firmly. ‘That’s not how the universe works. The horse will have sensed what was coming and staged its own escape. I know it.’

I don’t want to believe anything else, so I decide to keep the faith. I imagine the horse running across a field, its mane flapping in the wind.

I feel relieved that, against all odds, we are still capable of hope.

TWENTY-TWO

twenty-two

The water is very blue. It’s Sardinia, the Maldives, Sydney on a perfect day. I’m fascinated by how blue it is. I lean over the edge of the yacht and run my fingers through it. After the heat of Wingabby, it’s glorious. I let it wash up my arm, enjoying the sensation. I lie back, looking down at my legs, which now have a golden tan.

I decide I should try to enhance the tan so I untie my bikini top. I lie topless in the sunshine as the water laps the side of the boat.

I close my eyes, relaxing into the moment.

Then I feel a hand tapping along the skin above my bikini bottoms. I open one eye. Hello there.

He’s wearing a white shirt and is tanned and perfect and so masculine. My fears that he’s a bit old and overweight prove unfounded. I have never been this attracted to a man ever, in my entire life. He leans down and kisses me, hard, on the mouth, and I feel myself getting very wet.

His tongue traces my lip, and I reach down and push off my bikini bottoms. He unbuttons his shirt and shrugs it off, and I am underneath him as he kisses me. His hand wanders down between my legs and he starts to rub me there, and I’m so wet it feels as if his fingers are moving along molten silk. I’m so turned on I can barely breathe.

I reach down and feel him. He’s hard, and I spread my legs as wide as I can. He teases me, hovering above me until I beg him.

‘Please …’

He smiles. I can’t believe I ever thought he was awkward. There is nothing awkward about him now. He pulls my legs around him and thrusts inside me, and I let myself enjoy the feeling, savouring it in my legs and stomach and the throbbing between my thighs as I start coming around his cock and the orgasm is so intense that I feel myself …

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

For a second, I don’t know where I am. I lie on my back, still feeling the after effects of the orgasm I’ve obviously just given myself—in my sleep, disappointingly.