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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

“Yes, but he wasn’t expecting me home tonight. Would you like tea or coffee?” He waved a cup at her.

“No, thanks.”

“What about food? Are you feeling hungry?”

“No, just some water, please.”

He peered at her. “You’re looking a bit pale again.”

A throbbing ache radiated through her. The nurse had said to take the pain relief regularly but she’d forgotten. “I’m a bit sore. I should take some tablets.”

He rushed away and came back with a glass, keeping a close eye on her as she swallowed the pills.

Keely stifled a yawn. “I really think I should probably just go to bed.”

“Of course. You can have my bed.”

“Oh, no…” Keely blushed.

“I always give it up for visitors. I’ve got a spare bed in the den. Maggie sleeps in there when she visits. It’s got clean sheets and there’s an en suite and in the morning you’ll have a beautiful view of the river.”

Keely was too tired to argue. After all, it was only for a night or two. Then she’d be on her way again. “Thanks,” she mumbled and Euan helped her up.

Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

Keely struggled to open her eyes. It was dark. She fought to banish the dream where hands had clutched at her and young faces sneered at her. She tried to sit up, and the sudden pain reminded her she’d had her appendix out. But this wasn’t the hospital.

Then she remembered Euan, realised where she was and relaxed, letting the tension flow away. He had been so concerned for her and she had been grateful for his kindness. She smiled and stretched again, carefully this time.

Her eyes adjusted to the gloom and she noticed light edging in around the thick curtains. It must be morning; she felt as if she’d been asleep for a long time. The distant calls of cattle reached her then, and closer, she could hear the raucous laughter of kookaburras.

There was also a glow coming from under the door that led to the family room. It was the last thing she remembered seeing as sleep had swallowed her the night before. It had been reassuring to look at that little strip of light. After she’d crawled into bed and waited for the painkillers to work, she’d had a sudden pang of homesickness. The light from under the door and the sounds of Euan moving around beyond it had been her comfort. Now, after a good sleep, she felt her determination to explore and enjoy her holiday return.