by Cara Colter
‘I don’t know what you did,’ John said, joining her at the window, ‘but I want to thank you. It’s good to see Luke out and about again.’
‘What do you mean?’ She forced her gaze from the man pacing the backyard. ‘I haven’t done anything. Except be a nuisance.’
‘You’ve taken his mind off his own misery—for a bit at least. These last few years he’s buried himself away at Candlebark and hardly ever emerges.’
Really? Luke was a hermit? She frowned. ‘That’s…um…taking the workaholic thing a bit far.’
John nodded out of the window. ‘He’s been through a rough time, whatever anyone says. Don’t you go paying attention to small town gossip, you hear? People can be vicious. Luke—he’s a good guy.’
‘Yeah, I know.’
She frowned again. What small-town gossip? What were people saying about Luke? And why?
She turned from locking the front door to her great-aunt’s house, and the three of moved towards their cars. ‘So,’ Keira said, ‘everything this builder Mr Selway has recommended is nonsense?’
John nodded.
She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth. ‘Is that legal?’
‘It’d be hard to prove,’ he said carefully, coming to a halt beside his truck. ‘There’s little doubt that if he did everything he says on your quote it would add value to the house. I’d say it was overcapitalising, but if you tried to challenge him about misleading you he could simply claim that you misunderstood—that he wasn’t saying it had to be done, only that it would improve the property.’
Right. ‘But…you’re not convinced he would do everything listed on my quote, are you?’ she said slowly. ‘You think he means to charge me the earth for doing next to nothing?’
‘That’s my guess. But I can’t prove it.’
Beside her, she was aware of Luke opening and closing his fists, as if readying himself to punch something. ‘And both of you also think this Mr Selway and Mr Connors, my estate agent, are in this together—don’t you?’
John nodded. ‘What’s more, I’ll make an educated guess that your solicitor is Graeme Aldershot.’
Her jaw dropped.
‘He and Selway went to school together. When Connors arrived from the city they all became very buddy-buddy.’
The grooves either side of Luke’s mouth deepened. ‘I’ll be having a word with Connors first thing.’
John flexed an arm. ‘I’ll be having a word with Selway first thing.’
Keira planted her hands on her hips. ‘Excellent. I have an appointment with Mr Aldershot tomorrow. I mean to tell him that I’m considering pressing charges against Selway and Connors. Not that I am—I don’t need the hassle—but he doesn’t need to know that. I won’t let on that I know he’s part of it all, and I’ll ask him to represent me.’ She dusted off her hands.
John threw his head back and laughed. ‘Good for you, Keira. That should put the fear of God into him.’
She hoped so.
John held out his hand. ‘It was nice meeting you.’
‘Likewise—and thank you.’ She’d drop around to his workshop tomorrow with a nice bottle of single-malt Scotch. He’d certainly earned it.
‘Great to see you, Luke.’
Luke clapped him on the shoulder. ‘Thanks for all your help. I appreciate it. Ever need a favour in return…’
John nodded and climbed into his truck. Keira lifted her hand in farewell as it pulled away, before turning back to survey her great-aunt’s house. ‘It’s nice, isn’t it?’ Homey. She could imagine a family living there—growing into it and loving it.
Luke leant on the ute beside her. ‘Yeah, it is. You won’t have any trouble selling it. Especially with the park across the road.’
It was a pretty location. A child’s paradise. It was the kind of house that if she saw it in the city and could afford it she’d snap up in an instant. A muffled weight settled over her shoulders. She didn’t know why selling the house should make her feel sad—except perhaps that it was the only link she had to a part of her family she’d never known. The last of her family.
Now that she was pregnant, family had started taking on a whole new dimension for her, and at odd moments its lack filled her with nameless fears. What if she died as young as her mother? Who would love and care for her child?
She knew it was pointless fretting about such what-ifs. She had friends who’d be more than happy to step into the breach. But it wasn’t the same as being able to rely on family.
She turned to the man beside her. ‘Do you have a large family, Luke?’
He stared out to the front, his eyes narrowed as if against the glare of the sun—only the sun was behind them. ‘Not really.’
She waited. Nothing. ‘Parents?’
‘Yeah, but they retired to the coast nearly three years ago now.’
She digested that. Then stiffened. Tammy had died three years ago, hadn’t she? Luke and Tammy might no longer have lived together, but surely Luke’s parents would have stuck around to help Luke and Jason through such a terrible time?
She swallowed. ‘Siblings?’
‘An older brother—Evan. He married an English girl and emigrated.’
‘So…none of you are close, then?’
He glanced down at her. ‘We’re not at loggerheads or anything.’
She’d never considered herself short, at five feet five inches, but Luke dwarfed her. She didn’t want to find that so deliciously appealing, but she did. She didn’t want to lean into him and gain strength from his mere presence, his very solidity.
Liar!
Well, okay…yes, she did. She wanted that a lot. But she didn’t want to want it.
Don’t get too used to relying on this man, she warned herself. She couldn’t risk relying on anyone too much at present. She had to focus on her pregnancy and creating a wonderful life for her baby. In eighteen months, two years—maybe then she’d be ready to let someone into their lives, but not yet.
‘My mother called me her change of life baby.’
Keira swung back in time to see him pass a hand through his hair. He smelt of dirt and grease and fresh-mown grass. Not one of those smells made her stomach churn, or had perspiration emerging as she tried to combat nausea. In fact she found herself kind of liking the way he smelled. It was refreshing after the heavy colognes of some of her friends in the city.
‘I came along when she was forty-six and my father fiftythree. Evan was already grown up at twenty-four.’
Wow! ‘It must’ve been hard, being the lone child among all those adults?’
‘It was all right.’
And that was when she saw it—as if he’d spoken the words out loud. Luke had felt like an intruder in his own family. She didn’t know what sixth sense had suddenly fired to life inside her, making her see him so clearly. She didn’t know what part of her could be so finely attuned to that same part of him, but her heart started to ache for the little boy he must once have been.
No wonder he’d searched for love with Tammy when he was only nineteen.
She slipped her arm though his and hugged it. He glanced down in surprise, but didn’t detach himself. ‘Thank you for helping me out today. You’ve saved me thousands of dollars and months of delay.’
‘You saved yourself. You were the one who sensed something wasn’t right.’ His hands clenched. ‘I’m glad you did! I’m sorry you were almost taken advantage of like that.’
Beneath her hand, the muscles in his arms tightened. She rubbed her hand up and down it to ease the tension, dug her fingers into the muscle to find the knots and loosen them. ‘It wasn’t your fault.’
He scowled. ‘What a great opinion you’ll have of our country hospitality now.’
He glanced down at her hands, and she realised she’d started a full-blown massage on his arm. She leapt away. ‘Sorry.’ She coughed to hide her confusion, shoved her hands into her back pockets. ‘Force of habit.’
He didn’t move for a moment, but the
n one corner of his mouth kicked up. He lifted a shoulder. ‘There are worse habits to have.’
Her heart jumped and jerked. Her knees wobbled. ‘I…um…my opinion of country hospitality could take an upward swing if you wouldn’t mind dropping in at the supermarket on our way home.’
His smile faded.
‘Don’t worry about it,’ she rushed on. Of course he had work he wanted to get to. ‘I can come back into town later.’
He shrugged again, but his tension belied the studied casualness. ‘We’re here now. I’m figuring it won’t take long?’
‘No time at all. I just want to grab some things for dinner.’
When they entered the supermarket, Luke scanned the crowd. Keira watched and waited. After a moment his shoulders unhitched a notch, and he insisted on pushing the shopping trolley for her. She let out a breath she hadn’t realised she’d held, and handed the trolley over wordlessly.
She sped through the shop as quickly as she could, aware that Luke probably had a million things to do and not wanting to hold him up longer than she had to.
She dropped the last thing in the trolley. ‘There—that’s it. Now we can make for the checkouts.’ And home.
But when she turned she found her path blocked. ‘Oh, I’m sorry.’
She moved to one side, to let the woman pass, but the woman followed her. And then she pushed her face in close to Keira’s. ‘I hope you know what it is you’re doing!’ she hissed.
Keira backed up, but the trolley behind brought her up short. The woman was probably in her mid-sixties, and she was grey, drawn, thin. Everything about her was faded except her eyes, which flashed with sparks of bitter green fury.
‘That man you’re with—you know he’s a monster? That he’s a heartless murderer!’
Chapter Four
‘GRAN, don’t.’
Keira blinked. ‘Jason!’
Jason stood beside the woman, his eyes downcast. Keira tried to pick her jaw up. This was…Tammy’s mother? And she blamed Luke for Tammy’s death? Bile rose in her throat. Luke was no murderer. She knew that as surely as she knew her own name.
‘Gran, this is Keira. She’s renting our room.’
The pleading in Jason’s voice caught at Keira’s heart. He might as well have saved himself the bother, though. His grandmother’s venom had already moved from Keira to the man standing behind her.
‘Hello, Brenda,’ Luke said quietly. Those grooves either side of his mouth deepened. His skin had turned grey.
‘How on earth can you bear to show your face in this town? I spit on you, Luke Hillier!’
Thankfully she didn’t literally put the threat into action, but her words made Luke pale even further. His jaw had set so hard Keira feared for it. She remembered what John had told her about the viciousness of small-town gossip and acid burned her stomach.
‘C’mon, love…’
A man—Jason’s grandfather, Keira guessed—sent Luke a glare of loathing before leading his wife away. Jason stared from them to his father in anguish. Keira’s heart broke for him. She touched his arm and tried to smile. ‘Would you like a ride home?’
He glanced up at his father. ‘Uh…yeah.’
‘I’ll wait for you both in the car. You’ll carry the groceries for Keira?’ Luke said.
‘Yeah, sure.’
Keira’s heart broke for Luke as he strode away too.
She turned back to Jason, took in his school uniform. ‘It’s a bit early for school to be out, isn’t it?’
‘Last day of term,’ he mumbled. ‘There was an assembly.’
‘Right.’ She didn’t need to ask why Luke hadn’t attended. That reason had become startlingly and horrifyingly clear.
‘I’m sorry…’ he shuffled his feet ‘…’bout all that.’
‘Oh, Jason, it’s not your fault.’
His face twisted. ‘Then whose fault is it? Dad’s? Gran’s and Grandad’s?’
‘I’m not sure it’s anyone’s fault.’
She manoeuvred the trolley to a nearby checkout. Jason started unloading the groceries. Keira didn’t try to help. She didn’t remonstrate at his rough handling of the vegetables or eggs. She sensed he needed something to do with his hands. Though he did his best to hide it his agitation was evident, and she wanted to do whatever she could to soothe it.
‘People react in different ways when they lose someone they love. Sometimes in irrational ways.’
‘But—’
He broke off, as if he’d been about to say something and then thought better of it. She didn’t press him. ‘My mum died when I was fourteen.’
He spun to stare at that. ‘Yeah?’
‘It was awful—the worst time of my life. You know all about that, though.’
He shrugged and nodded. He didn’t back away from her as he had up until now.
‘But I can’t imagine how awful it would be to lose a child. It’s the wrong order, you see. Children are supposed to outlive their parents.’
Jason’s brow creased. ‘So you think it might be harder for Gran and Grandad to accept that…that Mum’s gone than anyone else?’
‘Maybe.’
‘They hate Dad.’
Keira swallowed. That had been all too evident.
‘They say that because they’d separated and weren’t living together any more that proves he didn’t love Mum.’
How on earth could his grandparents do this to him—tear his loyalties like this? She did her best to keep her voice even. ‘I think there must be more than a hundred different kinds of love in the world. Just because your mum and dad weren’t living together any more it doesn’t mean they’d stopped caring about each other. What do you think?’
Jason scuffed the toe of one sneaker against the floor. ‘Dunno.’
‘Have you tried talking to your dad about it?’
He glanced away. She recalled how shuttered and closed-off Luke could be, and grimaced. She wasn’t sure if she’d be brave enough to broach the subject if she were Jason, either.
She paid for the groceries and went to lift her share of the bags, but Jason beat her to it. ‘Dad told me to carry them,’ he muttered.
For a moment he so reminded her of Luke that her lips twitched. She straightened, placed her hands on her hips. ‘Did your dad tell you that I’m pregnant?’ She didn’t mind if he had. It wasn’t a secret. She’d already spread the news far and wide among her friends.
Jason’s jaw dropped. He stared at her stomach. ‘Are you?’
‘Yep.’
His eyes lit up. ‘Sweet!’
‘I think so.’
He grinned. It stunned her. She hadn’t seen him grin before, and it transformed him completely. It caught the awkwardness of his age perfectly—trapped somewhere between childhood and adulthood. It brought all her maternal urges rushing to the surface, turning her to mush.
‘Am I supposed to offer you my arm or something?’ he said, mock gallant, but grinning like an idiot.
Laughter spurted out of her. ‘Try it and I’ll box your ears.’
That was when it occurred to her that what Luke and Jason needed was a bit of fun in their lives.
Luke couldn’t believe it. When Keira and Jason emerged from the supermarket they were…laughing!
Keira had obviously told Jason she was pregnant, because all the way back to Candlebark they tossed around babies’ names, of all things. As if that incident in the supermarket had never happened.
The ute didn’t have a back seat, so they all had to ride in the front. Keira sat in the middle. Every now and again the movement of the car had her shoulder brushing his. Each and every time a wave of vanilla would engulf him.
The scent didn’t soothe him. It attacked all his nerveendings, fraying them with a relentless reminder of all he’d turned his back on, of a life he could never have—a life that held softness and sweetness and bone-deep contentment.
He’d turned all those things to dust for Tammy, and every time he saw Brenda and Alf it was
like a scab being ripped off an old wound. He deserved their hate and censure, but they deserved to find some peace. Every time he saw them guilt swallowed him whole because he knew they hadn’t found it.
And seeing him only made it worse for them.
He bit back an oath. It was why he avoided going into town wherever possible—to try and spare them at least that much. And look where his Good Samaritan act had landed him today!
From the corner of his eye he glanced at Keira. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find it in him to regret helping her.
‘What do you reckon, Dad?’
Luke shook himself. ‘Sorry?’
‘What’s your favourite name for a girl? In case that’s what Keira has?’
He didn’t know why Jason was so fascinated by Keira’s pregnancy. ‘I…dunno.’ He shrugged. It was nothing to him.
‘Well, what if it’s a boy, then?’ Jason persisted.
Luke wanted out of the cab of the ute—fast. He turned into the driveway at Candlebark, eased his foot off the accelerator when what he really wanted to do was floor it.
‘Well?’
‘Uh…Jason.’ He latched onto that. ‘Jason is a good name for a boy.’
He pulled the ute to a halt by the barn.
‘What other names did you and Mum have picked out?’
The question froze Luke’s blood. ‘I can’t remember.’ He shot out of the car. ‘Got work to do!’ he fired over his shoulder.
‘Need a hand?’ Jason called after him.
Luke shook his head and kept walking.
When Luke pushed through the back door that evening he stumbled to a halt, half frozen in the act of hauling off his hat and dragging his forearm across his brow.
Someone had stolen his kitchen.
And replaced it with a picture of domestic bliss. He blinked. The scene didn’t waver and disappear. He tried to raise Brenda and Alf’s faces to his mind, to temper the gratitude that raced through him—he didn’t deserve this—but that didn’t work either.
Keira stood by the stove. Jason sat at the table chatting to her. The table was laid with a red and green checked cloth and the cutlery shone. A glass bowl of salad sat in the middle of the table, and Keira now turned to set a bowl of warmed rolls beside it. She sent him one of those trademarks smiles of hers, and the weight of the afternoon lifted from him.
