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Chapters (44)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Author
  3. Also by Tricia Stringer
  4. Title Page
  5. Dedication
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. 8 Months Later
  44. Acknowledgements

“I’m not sure. It depends on my ride. I’ll ring.” Keely’s words tumbled out over each other.

“No need, my dear, there will be plenty. I’m cooking a grand feast tonight. I think we need a special meal.” Maggie’s face glowed with vitality. “It appears there is much to celebrate.”

* * *

“That’s it, Keely, bend your knees,” Steve called from beside her.

She glanced across, lost her footing on the board and crumpled. Luckily, the sand was soft and she rolled over laughing. Steve and Marty extended a helping hand each and pulled her to her feet.

“You’re getting the hang of it,” Steve said. “Are you sure you don’t want to try a wave? The beginners’ set is perfect today.”

Keely looked along the beach to the area of ocean he indicated. A number of bodies bobbed in the water and one teetered on a board, riding a wave in.

“I don’t think so,” she said. “But thanks for trying to teach me the basics.”

“You’re nearly as good as Marty.” Steve nudged his mate’s arm.

“That’s being unkind to Keely,” Mike said. “She’s much better at it than Marty already.” He grinned and Steve chuckled beside him.

“What about it, Marty?” Steve asked. “We thought we’d try the Gallows this afternoon. You can show off your talent to Keely.”

“I’d like to but someone has to keep her company while you two risk your necks,” Marty said. “Besides, surfing is dangerous. Keely’s got the scar to prove it.”

He was referring to the cut above her eye. It was healing but had a deep purple bruise around it. Keely wished it wasn’t in such an obvious place so that he wouldn’t have asked what happened.

“Don’t stay on my account,” she said. “I can entertain myself.”

Steve smirked and dug Mike in the ribs. “I’m sure Marty has better plans.”

“Yeah, we’d better clear out and leave you to it,” Mike said.

“Fair go, you blokes.” Marty gave Mike a playful shove then grinned at Keely.

She turned her face to the breeze so it cooled her cheeks. She’d had a great day with the three of them. They were good fun. Even though they hadn’t got to know each other that well before her operation, she thought of them as her friends now; fellow South Aussies on holiday together.