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‘I adored her. She could be incredibly selfish but that appealed to me too—so much more interesting than worthy. She listened to me and told me she loved my company, when my parents couldn’t wait to send me back to school.’

His face became expressionless. ‘She nursed me when I was sick in my late teens and made me see how much I had to live for.’

She didn’t like the sound of that illness. ‘In what way were you sick, Max?’

‘Hodgkin’s disease. I had it for two years and stayed in Byron with her. She drove me to Brisbane for treatment.’

Georgia knew Hodgkin’s could kill and that it struck down adolescents and young adults, more often young men. ‘You were one of the lucky ones, then?’

‘They say I’m cured.’ He nodded but there was the sadness behind his eyes she’d seen before. Suddenly she realised why he’d never seemed to want children—the radiotherapy would make that unlikely. She didn’t comment because he didn’t, though her heart ached for him. But it all began to make sense.

‘How did your aunt die?’

‘Beatrice? In her sleep. Peacefully. After a big dinner party one night five years ago. She loved company and food—the higher in cholesterol the better.’

He glanced down at the béchamel sauce on his steak and smiled wryly. ‘Enough about me. Try to enjoy your meal without my sob story to put you off.’

Conversation turned desultory and time passed.

With dessert Max had questions of his own. She could tell he was happy to not talk about himself any more. ‘So, did you have a perfect childhood?’

She shrugged, reluctant to lose the mood of warm companionship. ‘My parents were very much in love, and instilled in me that love is worth waiting for. But they died when I was young and an only child.’

‘Who brought you up?’

‘Harry. Tayla’s mother was very like Tayla. She wasn’t a warm woman and Tayla resented my presence in her family.

‘Harry tried to make up for it because he is a kind and decent man, but that only made Tayla worse. Harry’s always been able to see Tayla’s faults and he protected me to some extent. I tried not to be too much of a problem.

‘Tayla’s mother died when I was eighteen and Harry and Tayla are my only relatives, except for my darling Elsa.’

His hand came across the table and squeezed hers for a moment where she held the glass. ‘And your darling husband, Max.’

‘That’s true.’ She smiled at him and then glanced at the grandfather clock against the wall. ‘That was a wonderful dinner. Thank you, Max.’

Max looked at the clock, too. ‘It’s still early. Let’s take a stroll before we go up. There’s a night walk to the glow-worm forest that only takes about half an hour each way. You could check on Elsa first and then join me.’

‘Glow-worms?’

‘Yes,’ he said, and his voice dropped low and portentous, like a 1950s horror film. ‘The larvae of the fungus gnat.’

She burst out laughing. ‘Imagine having that pearl of information at your fingertips.’

‘You have no idea what information I have.’ Max steepled his hands. ‘Hurry and you will learn more.’

‘Yes, sir.’ She saluted and turned for the stairs.

She chuckled all the way up to the room. If it was fine with Morgan’s daughter, seeking glow-worms sounded like a lovely way to end the evening.

Max watched her walk away. The curve of her hips, the column of her neck under her swinging hair. So close and yet so far.

He wasn’t going to make the same mistake twice. He’d just have to make sure he didn’t touch her because there was no doubt they had ignition problems he couldn’t be sure he could control.

She was back within minutes, pulling her woollen wrap around her shoulders. ‘Elsa hasn’t stirred and Trish is halfway through a movie she wants to see the end. So we are free for an hour. Show me the worms.’

‘I love it when you talk dirty to me,’ he said with a deadpan face.

‘I’m a very earthy woman.’ she quipped back, and they smiled at each other.

It was blissful to feel so relaxed and carefree. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this way and it was all due to a fabulous dinner, a place no one could find them, and Max and his care.

She followed him out past the tennis courts and the light of the moon reflected off the beaten dirt path in patches to illuminate their way.

Lush foliage closed in on the path but the moon made the leaves silvery and unthreatening. Somewhere she could hear water as it tinkled over rocks, and nocturnal animals scurried away from the intruders who had interrupted their night’s business.

‘So where are we going?’ Georgia stumbled over a tree root that had bulged into the path and Max caught her wrist to steady her. His fingers sent warm trails up her arm and she felt cocooned in an aura of protection she didn’t want to push away.

‘Glow-Worm Gully is along this path called the Wishing Tree Track.’ He squeezed her hand. ‘You’ll just have to hang onto me.’

‘How fortunate you know where you’re going.’ She glanced up at him.

‘Isn’t it? This was my favourite treat when Beatrice stayed here, although she complained all the way down and all the way back. I can remember much trivia from those times so watch out or I may inflict it on you.’

Georgia stumbled again. ‘Don’t normal people carry a torch?’

‘Sorry.’ Max slowed his pace. ‘Yes, and I have one, but if I shine it on a glow-worm, it won’t turn its light back on for fifteen minutes.’

‘So we stumble along in the pitch black.’

He sighed loudly. ‘It is not pitch black. It’s called becoming accustomed to the dark.’

‘Sheesh. It’s like school again.’ She could feel his smile even though she couldn’t see it, which made the smile widen on her own face. ‘So tell me about glow-worms. What is a fungus gnat?’

‘A fungus gnat is a bit like a mosquito—hence the gnat part—and the larvae it lays are encased in bioluminescent cases that attract insects onto the sticky threads hanging below.’

‘And if I was to ask the definition of bioluminescent?’

‘It means luminous from chemical byproducts produced by the larvae. The blue-green glow from the larvae’s taillight attracts the larvae’s food.’

‘So excretion? Poo light?’

‘You are such a downer.’

‘Realism, sunny boy. I’m a realist.’

‘If you want realism, that’s not all the glow-worms attract. They attract tourists—about six million dollars’ worth for tour operators a year.’

The conversation stopped because they’d rounded a bend in the path and ahead and to the side, in the cracks and crevices under a deep overhang of rock, tiny tendrils of blue-green luminescence shone in hundreds of strands.

The more she looked, the more she saw. Georgia was silenced. Her hand tightened on Max’s and she sighed with delight.

‘Wow. Now, that’s one spectacular show.’

She could tell Max was pleased with himself and her response.

‘You should appreciate the world of the glow-worm,’ he said. ‘Every time a midge or similar insect runs into a hanging line it sticks and is hauled up by the worm, using its mouth, and stored for later.’

‘So much for my fantasy of pretty glowing worms swinging in a friendly fashion in the dark.’

She frowned. ‘In that case, they have a remarkable similarity to my ex-husband.’

She felt Max’s scrutiny and he didn’t say anything for a moment. Then he squeezed her hand again. ‘Let’s not spoil the night. Would you like to know about the mating habits of the parents?’

She appreciated his effort but she was upset with herself for destroying the mood.

Georgia slipped her hand out of his and rubbed her arms. It had been fun but now she just wanted to get back to Elsa. ‘I don’t think so. It was lovely, Max, but let’s go back.’

Max got it. She could see that even in the semidark. ‘Of course. Tomorrow we might come back and see the path by daylight. It is magnificent along here.’

‘Sure.’

They returned to the guesthouse and Morgan’s daughter was happy to see them. Elsa had woken up and in her less than discreet way had decided she wanted her mother.

By the time Georgia had calmed her daughter, Max had showered and reappeared in boxers and white T-shirt for bed.

Georgia tried not to look but the fabric stretched across his chest and biceps lovingly and activated somnolent nerves deep in her stomach. He looked far too masculine to easily ignore and she wasn’t sure she was safer sharing a room with him at all.

‘I’ll take her if you want to change.’ He held out his hands towards the baby and Elsa went happily to him.

For Georgia it felt as if she’d just handed over her only form of protection and she stepped back quickly.

Max frowned but didn’t say anything as he turned away with Elsa and walked to the window. ‘See the stars, Elsa? They’re like glow-worms in the sky. Mummy saw the glow-worms tonight.’

Georgia could hear him talking away to Elsa as she closed the bathroom door. Now, why had she behaved like that? It wasn’t as if Max was going to jump on her.

More likely she’d had the urge to run her hands over him—though he did have a partiality to follow her lead when she made an offer—so it would be very easy to start something.

All through her shower, every touch of her own hand made her think of last night and of Max.

When she dried herself, even the towel seemed to sensitise her skin.

She was not going there. No matter what Max said or did she would not sleep with him. Absolutely. She chewed her lip as she opened the door.

When she came out of the bathroom Max had settled Elsa back in the cot, climbed into his own bed, and turned his bedside light out.

She guessed it was his way of saying she didn’t have to worry. It was unfortunate that she felt lonely and frustrated when she climbed into her own generous bed and pulled up the thick duvet.

‘Goodnight, Max,’ she said, and she blushed in the dark at the forlorn note in her voice.

‘Goodnight, Georgia.’

The next morning was fun.

After breakfast served in front of the fire Max carried Elsa in a pouch on his chest and they tramped along winding bush tracks and picnicked beside a mountain stream above a waterfall.

Elsa loved being with Max and Georgia wouldn’t have minded it herself to be that close to Max’s gorgeous chest. She was definitely becoming more fixated. Luckily the other scenery was spectacular as well.

When they arrived back at the retreat for afternoon tea, they were all exhausted but exhilarated from the mountain air. It was sad to have to pack to leave.

Max promised they would come again in the not-too-distant future, and Georgia added the day to her increasing store of wonderful memories with Max.

The phone call came just as Max carried Elsa to the car.

Georgia had gone back to the room for one last check that they hadn’t left anything behind when the room phone rang.

She frowned and picked it up. ‘Had a nice weekend, Mrs Winton?’

Sol! Nausea rose like a wave in her throat and she sucked the air in through her nostrils and swallowed before she could open her mouth.

Her voice when it came out was husky with distress. ‘I’m not Mrs Winton!’

‘No,’ Sol said. ‘You’re Mrs Beresford—so I hear—but not for long! I’m coming for you and our daughter. But something needs to be done first.’

Then he rang off.

CHAPTER TEN

THE handset dropped from her fingers and spun giddily at the end of its cord beside the table. Georgia backed unsteadily across the room until she bumped into the bed behind her just as her legs collapsed from under her and she sat back limply. She hugged her knees.

How had Sol tracked her up here? She straightened slowly and looked around the room for inspiration. She had to tell Max he was in danger.

Then the next thought crashed into her. If she told Max, what would he do? She knew what he would do. He’d search out Sol—if Sol could find them then Max could find Sol—and Max had sworn he would not let Sol upset her again.

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