Chapters (59)
- Cover
- About the Book
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-one
- Chapter Twenty-two
- Chapter Twenty-three
- Chapter Twenty-four
- Chapter Twenty-five
- Chapter Twenty-six
- Chapter Twenty-seven
- Chapter Twenty-eight
- Chapter Twenty-nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-one
- Chapter Thirty-two
- Chapter Thirty-three
- Chapter Thirty-four
- Chapter Thirty-five
- Chapter Thirty-six
- Chapter Thirty-seven
- Chapter Thirty-eight
- Chapter Thirty-nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-one
- Chapter Forty-two
- Chapter Forty-three
- Chapter Forty-four
- Chapter Forty-five
- Chapter Forty-six
- Chapter Forty-seven
- Chapter Forty-eight
- Chapter Forty-nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-one
- Chapter Fifty-two
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Also by the author
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But, she reminded herself, the last part of the drive had been good. This afternoon had shone with the connection she’d felt with Zac in the car. However, today became more precious for the tragic possibility that it too could be fleeting. She accepted that if his memory didn’t come back, he’d return to Sydney soon. She knew the promise he’d seen between them before the accident had gone, and if it wasn’t restored she’d have to survive.
Ava opened the screen door and stepped out to pat Reggie for a few minutes as she gazed over the paddocks. She leaned against the rail and stared out over the dry landscape.
The cost of possibly falling even more deeply in love with Zac would be the price she’d pay. She ruffled Reggie’s neck. Probably. But she needed to be brave for both of them if she wanted to fight for something her gut said was a future people dreamed of.
Chapter Twenty-four
Zac
Zac stood at the door to a large kitchen with a big, scrubbed wooden table set for lunch. He’d passed an airy sitting room with cane furnishings, plants and bright-yellow cushions. It looked welcoming. This room vibrated; it was the heart of the house, full of family photos, polished pots and pans hanging from the ceiling, letters, books and knitting needles. A big, yellow, old-fashioned stove took one wall and the largest refrigerator he’d ever seen stood in the corner.
Across the room, the screen door to the outside showed the sky as blue as a kid’s paint pot. He had no idea what had happened to the storm that had spat dust at them less than an hour ago: the heavens hung cloudless above endless rock-strewn ground.
He spied Ava out on the verandah to the left and started forward before he saw she was coming in. She approached with that light step of hers and he felt his heart lift. Which was crazy. Too crazy to feel this earth-shifting awareness just looking at her after fifteen minutes apart. There was certainly something going on.
She looked him up and down critically. ‘Do you feel better? It was a long drive.’
‘I’m perfectly well.’
She shrugged and smiled. ‘You look like you’ll shake off the lingering effects of concussion if you take it easy enough.’ He heard the unspoken please take it easy in her tone, which was reflected in her eyes.