by Margaret Way
“And you, Ally?” Rebecca looked at her new sister-in-law with her great shining eyes. “You must be happy, as well.”
“I’m going to try,love.” Ally was amazed her voice was so steady. “But I don’t think Rafe is ever going to change his mind about me.”
“You still love him.” It wasn’t a question but a sad statement of fact. There were no secrets between the two young women. They’d shared many a heart-to-heart discussion.
“I’ll always love him.” Ally went to the wardrobe to hang up Rebecca’s dress. “That’s just the way it is. I’ll continue to love him even if he marries someone else.” She closed her eyes in involuntary pain.
“You don’t think your friend, Elaine…?” Rebecca asked tentatively. She couldn’t help noticing Rafe had danced with Lainie Rhodes a number of times, Lainie staring adoringly into his eyes.
“Anything’s possible, Becky,” Ally was forced to admit. “Lainie’s really nice. Warm and kind. Not a major brain perhaps but competent. She’ll develop beautifully, too. She’s a country woman above anything else. She knows how to continue a tradition.
“And you don’t?” Rebecca turned to scrutinise her new sister-in-law, loyalty in her eyes.
“I think Rafe has convinced himself I’m another Fee,” Ally explained sadly. “God knows I love Fee. We all do. It’s hard not to. But Fee always took care of herself and her career above every other concem. Fran must have been a very sad and lonely little girl, for all her father A tried to make it up to her. I suspect her life now isn’t as glamorous as it’s, supposed to be, any more than mine. To love and be loved is a woman’s greatest joy. Children her greatest achievement. And my biological clock is ticking away.”
“And mine.” Rebecca sounded as though she had just the right plan to stop it in its tracks. “I had to avoid falling pregnant with my previous husband, Martyn, our
life being what it was, but Brod is my dream come true.” She picked up a silk cushion and hugged it. “I feel today my life begins with him, My real life with me functioning the way I am, not keeping everything locked up inside. My love for Brod has invaded every
aspect of my life. Loving has taken awyay the pain.”
“I can understand that.” Ally nodded. “You’ve been wonderful for him, too. Brod and I have also had our bad, times. Now,” Ally paused, seeking to lighten the conversation, “what are you going to do with your hair?” Rebecca had removed all the omaments.
“I’d thought I’d leave it long,” Rebeccaf picked up a brush, whisking it vigorously through her waterfall of hair. “Brod likes it this way.” Finally tshe tumed “What do you think?”
“Beautiful,” Ally smiled, handing Rebecca her fuchsia jacket.”
“I mustn’t forget my bouquet.” Rebecca looked back at the exquisite arrangement lying on top of a small circular table, “I Want my chief bridesmaid to catch it.” And so Ally did, though Lainie was powerfully disappointed. She, who had, manipulated herself into a good catching position, saw the bouquet sailing right for her, but somehow at the very last minute, never mind how, misjudged her timing. The bouquet cleared her outstretched hands though she was sure she stood on someone’s toe to get it and landed against Ally’s flawless, infinitely sexy, breast.
The irrepressible Aunt Fee, who was too much, Lainie and her mother had always thought, burst out clapping in a kind of triumph. “Isn’t that great?” she demanded
of the tall silver-haired man, exuding Englishness, who had certainly never left her side the entire afternoon.
“You know what that means, Ally, don’t you? You’re next.”
“Don’t forget me, Marnma,” Francesca laughed, holding up a single white orchid that had separated itself from all the rest. She felt wonderfully happy and alive anticipating the long. evening with Grant beside her. He was so completely different from anyone she knew at home. So strong, so straightforward, so self-reliant, full of his hopes and plans. She couldn’t seem to get enough of his company.
“Congratulations, darling,” Rafe murmured in Ally’s right ear. He was smiling sardonically, showing his perfect white teeth. “Possibly it’s to someone you haven’t
Yet met.”
“Oh, that makes me so cross!” Lainie interrupted, turning round to them. “It’s not as though you even tried, Ally, when I pray for a good husband every day of my life. No joke, Rafe,” she cautioned him, “so stop laughing.”
“Sorry, pet,” he answered lazily. “Catching things was never your strong point but Ally here, was raised as a tomboy. She has an excellent eye.”
“She’s so amazingly beautiful she doesn’t need to catch any bridal bouquet,” Lainie half grumbled, looking up at him with intense helpless delight. Rafe was always charming and agreeable to her but she could scarcely believe someone like Rafe Cameron, so eligible in every way, could ever find her sexually attractive. Not after Ally who was like a bright flame, but-well everyone in the Outback knew their story. The reason for the split up. Ally, like her fabulous, over-the-top aunt, had wanted to become an actress. Simply dumping one of the most gorgeous men who had ever lived.
“How could she do such a thing?” Lainie’s mother had often asked, shocked. “I don’t suppose I should say it, but bolting seems to run in the family.”
Now Ally was a star who won gold Logies for best actress. Lainie loved her show and tried never to miss an episode. Ally was the sort of person, who could easily make the big-time like Cate Blanchett. and take on the world. She was lost to Rafe and he had to accept that. Besides, Rafe had started to spend much more time over at Victoria Springs.
“Don’t be modest, Lainie,” her mother had.encouraged her. “You’ll make any man a wonderful wife.”
Possibly, but she only wanted Rafe.
So Lainie hoped and prayed and didn’t enter into any other relationship. The worst part, she truly loved both of them. Ally and Rafe. She would have to have a talk with Ally as soon as she possibly could. Find out the lay o fthe land.
Tumultuous cheering broke out as Rebecca and Brod climbed into. the limousine that was to take them to the airport. Everybody began to wave. Ally, hair flying, holding the little flower girl’s hand, ran once more to the car and leant in to land yet another kiss on bride and groom. “Take care, you two. Have a wonderful time! I’ll be expecting to hear from you,” Ally said.
“Rebecca smiled at her and her small stepsister. “Darling little Christina! I’ll miss you. I’ll miss you both so much.”
“With me by your side?” Brod, looking unbelievably handsome in a well cut grey suit, laughed at his bride.
“You know what I mean, darling.” She leaned to kiss him, a kiss that tasted of champagne and strawberries.
“It’s a good thing I do.” Brod’s eyes left his bride’s beautiful face for a moment. “Take care, Ally. You’ll be hearing from us often. I’ve asked Rafe to keep an eye on Kimbara. When he can find the time. Ted’s a good man but it makes me happy knowing Rafe is on hand. I’m grateful to him for so many things.”
“So you should be!” Rafe, overhearing, called with affection. “Have the best time in the world, you two. Now take it away.” He signalled to the chauffeur as the bridal party threw more confetti. Fee wiped it laughingly fromi her own and David Westbury’s clothes then grasped the little flower girl’s hand while Rafe got an arm around Ally’s narrow waist drawing her backwards so he could shut the limousine door.
Heat like an electric charge, rushed up his arm as it came in contact with her body. Heat to his heart, to his head, to his loins. For a moment he almost despised himself with his reaction. This was like a haunting. There had to be some way to exorcise Ally. He let go of her before his whole body dissolved.
They all watched until the limousine was lost to sight then everyone began to walk back to the house, those that weren’t going on to the theatre starting to say their
goodbyes although Rebecca’ s father assured them they were welcome to stay as long as they liked, an offer a lot took
up.
Lainie waited until the powder room cleared before she decided to conduct her own little investigation. She had to find out for sure if Ally still carried torch for Rafe. She knew in her heart she would find it hard to come between them if they still cared for one another. Though one didn’t hear too much about grand passions any more, thank the Lord. She could talk to Ally. Woman to woman. They went back a long way. Big TV star or not, a member of one of the great pastoral families Well, a patrician in this part of the world, Ally was very down-to-earth and friendly.
“You look wonderful, Ally. Superb,” Lainie said for starters, her large, soft, brown eyes admiring as she watched Ally make a few minor repairs to her make—up. “Gosh, how did she get her eyeshadow like that? It made her slanting green eyes look like emeralds.
“Thanks, Lainie.” Ally gave her lovely smile. “It’s been such a beautiful day. A day I’ll remember with great joy, A little sadness, too.” She began to remove the decorations from a braid. They’d be too much for the theatre. Fran had removed hers, twisting her beautiful hair into a very elegant knot. Maybe she could do the same even if she couldn’t get the same result. Fran’s hair was wonderfully manageable, hers was downright difficult. Ally experimented for an moment until she became aware of Lainie’s expression. “For heaven’s sake, Lainie, why are you staring at me like that?” she asked wryly. “Has my mascara run?”
When it actually came to it, Lainie’s mouth went dry. “Sorry, pal. I apologise. I was staring, I know. You must be used to it, anyway. You’re gorgeous.”
“You’re not too bad, either,” Ally reminded, her. “That dress looks wonderful on you.”
“I haven’t been able to eat to get into it,” Lainie freely admitted. “Ally, I just wanted to ask you something personal—I’d never ask if I didn’t think…I mean I’d never…”
“You want to know if Rafe and I still mean something each other?” Ally had a shot at it.
“Right on,” Lainieisighed inrelief. “Please don’t tell me if you don’t want to. I’m not a person who is ever going to be called confrontational.”
“Fairly forthright nevertheless, my girl.” Ally felt she no longer had the energy to fool around with her hair. She would have to leave it as it was. “Lainie, love,” she explained patiently, “you know as well as anyone Rafe and I are an old story.”
“But you were wonderful together.” Perversely Lainie mourned. “Mum thought you had to be nuts.”
“Unfortunately I was.” Ally looked her regret. “But that was years ago. I, was younger than you are now. I thought l needed more time before I could face so much
responsibility. Rafe was master of all he surveyed. We all know what the Carnerons are like. I wanted to find myself, show the world what I could do.”
“Oh, I know, Ally.” Lainie was understanding. “You wanted to be like your aunty. She was very famous though you don’t hear much of her these days. But those
challenges lost you Rafe.”
“You don’t have to sound pleased about it,” Ally said reproachfully.
“Oh, I’m not pleased.” Lainie’s reply was genuine and hasty. “I feel sad. Like everyone else did. We thought we were guaranteed a huge wedding on Kimbara. You might even have chosen me for a bridesmaid.”
That really shook Ally. It could have been a’possibility. Now she was looking on Lainie as a possible successor.
“Are you still in love with him?” Lainie wanted everything made clear to her.
“What do you want me to say?” Ally held out a hand for Lainie to get up. It was time to go. “Rafe will always have a place in my heart. The Camerons and the Kinrosses are almost kin. We grew up together. But things happen. Rafe and I have changed. We are different people now. I have my career. It’s no secret I’ve had movie offers.”
Ally stayed a hand as Lainie’s pretty mouth framed “What?” “Rafe is wedded to Opal Downs. Like Brod, his inheritance is his life. We’ve moved on as people.”
Lainie’s cheeks flushed as wild relief swept her. She clasped Ally’s hand tightly. “So you don’t mind if…‘?”
“You have my blessing, Lainie.” Ally freed herself gently from Lainie’s surprisingly strong grip. “But I should add some sisterly advice. I don’t want to see you hurt, either. Rafe has any number of women clamouring for his attention. At least four of them are probably waiting patiently for us outside the door.”
“But he was having a ball with me,” Lainie argued.
“That’s what one does at a wedding, Lainie,” Ally warned her. “Have-a ball.”
Lainie considered that for a time. “You’re the only one who worried me,” she said finally. “Mum woke me up to the fact Rafe might consider me for girlfriend.”
“So good luck, then,” Ally answered feeling she had done her best. Having a ball at a wedding didn’t add up to a romance. Or did it?
The theatre show was as brilliantly entertaining as the reviews had promised. Everyone came out of the theatre feeling a flood of warmth, smiling, humming snatches of the catchy tunes.
“You’re coming on with us to the nightclub, aren’t you Ally?” Francesca asked as they stood amid the swirling crowd in the foyer.
Ally was long used to all the glances of recognition that came her way. In another minute someone would some up and ask for an autograph. Meanwhile she smiled at her cousin, anxious now to be off. She certainly didn’t want to see any more of Rafe with Lainie in tow. “I have to fly back to Sydney in the morning, Fran,” she explained. “I have a pretty hectic schedule next week.”
“What a pity. I’d have loved you to come.” Francesca couldn’t hide her disappointment even as she understood.
“So how are you getting home?” Grant, who was holding Francesca’s slender arm, turned his tawny head to see if he could catch sight of his brother. “Rafe is somewhere back there. Maybe he could give you a lift?”
“No, that’s okay.” Ally smiled back. She realised Grant, like her own brother, Brod, had never given up hope she and Rafe would some day be reunited. “I can catch a cab.”
“You can share ours.” Francesca didn’t like the idea of Ally’s going home on her own.
“You’re going the other way, love,” Ally reminded her.
“That doesn’t matter.” Francesca looked up to Grant for confirmation.
“Of course not.” He was more than happy to oblige. “We can drop Ally off then come back into town. Where is it, Ally? Some friend lent you their unit, didn’t they?”
Ally nodded. “Pam is holidaying on the Barrier Reef for a week. It seemed nicer than staying at a hotel. I like to be a bit anonyrnous.” Keep my whereabouts a secret, she thought little grimly.
“Ah, there’s Rafe now. Rafe?” Grant called to his brother who was clearly enjoying something Lainie was Sayingto.him.
“Be with you.” Rafe lifted along arm tuming to shake the hand of male guest who was moving off.
I’m sorry, but I don’t think it’s any good idea if Lainie falls in love with Rafe,” Grant announced out of the blue.
“You think she might?” Fran looked like she’d never considered it for a minute.
“I’m sure she already has,” Ally confirmed, turning to a youngster who came up with a program to be autographed.
“Gee,” thanks Ally, that’s cool!” The boy who, had to be all of fourteen, whistled behind his braces.
“Does he know. you?” Grant looked after the departing fan.
“No. He just think he does.” Ally smiled. “I’ve had complete strangers come up and start talking as though they’d known me all rny life.”
“I don’t think I could get used to it,” Grant said with a slight frown. “Anyway, to get back to Lainie. Rafe isn’t flirting with her he’s only being nice.”
“Well he’s got her up in the sky somewhere. Floating on cloud-nine,,” Ally offered wryly. “Mind you, Lainie is sweet. She’s entitled to her dreams.“i
. Grant gwrinkled his broad forehead. “Just betwe
en you and me. Rafe needs a great deal more than Lainie can offer.” He laughed shortly, the tiniest spark of anger in
his hazel eyes. “Do you honestly she’s woman enough for him?” He held Ally’s gaze in his direct manner.
“Don’t ask me——it’s too close to home.”
Francesca stared from one to the other, looking thoroughly intrigued. “Are you suggesting someone should tell poor Lainie to back off, Grant, dear?”
“It might save her a lot of heartache.” Grant looked serious. “No one wants Lainie to get hurt.”
Lainie, smiling brilliantly, was starting towards them and Ally began to brace herself for what was to come.
“I’m trying to talkRafe into joining us at the nightclub,” Lainie announced. “You have to help me.” She appealed to Ally and Fran.
“Rafe’s really not one for nightclubs, Lainie,” Grant tried to warn her.
“But on such a night.” Lainie clutched at Francesca’s arm in her enthusiastic fashion. “Quite a few of us are going on. There’s absolutely no need for him to rush off.”
“Well, I have to,” Ally told her lightly. “We start shooting very early Monday morning.”
“I’d love to get a bit part in one of your shows,” Lainie confessed. “But I suppose I’m too short.”
That struck Grant as utterly irrelevant and he said so.
“It was just a thought.” A little warily Lainie eyed Rafe’s younger brother, knowing Grant Cameron wasn’t as sweetly tolerant as Rafe was. Grant was one of those men who didn’t suffer fools gladly.
Into the group came the rangy, elegant Rafe, looking super relaxed. The overhead lighting gilded his fine features and played around the smile on his sexy curving mouth. “So is everyone off?”
“You’re coming, then?” Lainie rejoiced, all but rubbing her cheek against his slate blue jacket. “It’s wonderful to know I could persuade you.”
“Well…” Rafe looked down a moment at her fair head. “Lainie, I find it hard to disappoint you, but I’m flying off home in the morning. Grant is staying on to line up some more business, but I have to get back to the station. As well, I promised Brod I’d keep an eye on Kimbara. You’ve got a dozen people to keep you company,” he consoled her. “Fran and Grant are going on. So is Mark Farrell. I thought you two got on rather well.” He referred to the groomsman. “And Ally must do this sort of thing all the time.”
