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no third part,’ she snapped. ‘And, believe me, it’s no happy family.’
‘Obviously.’
She flushed. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. How to explain within Karli’s earshot?
And how to justify her stupidity? Her stupid, almost criminal idiocy.
‘You know, what you did wasn’t all that bright,’ he told her, his voice gentle and his eyes resting thoughtfully on her flushed face.
‘I know that. But when I looked out there were people on the platform. It looked like a busy little country siding. I thought there’d be somewhere where we could stay until the next train came through. It wasn’t until we got off and everyone had disappeared that I remembered trains only come through twice a week.’
‘You did that with a child?’ he said, and there was suddenly a flash of anger behind the gentleness. She bit her lip. Okay, he was angry and maybe she deserved that. She was angry with herself. But if he’d seen the way Brian had treated Karli—the way she’d cringed….
‘I had my reasons,’ she said, in a tight little voice in which weariness was starting to show. ‘Believe me. I was dumb but I had no choice.’ She hesitated. This wasn’t easy. To ask a complete stranger for such a favour… ‘But you have a plane,’ she said. ‘We saw it when we came round the side of the house. We…’ She hesitated because the blaze of anger was still there, but she had to ask. ‘Could…is it possible that you’d fly us out?’ Then, as the anger deepened she went on fast. ‘I’d pay you, of course.’ Somehow she’d pay. ‘I’m not asking favours.’ When had she ever asked a favour of anyone?
He gazed at her, his eyes expressionless. ‘You want me to drop everything and fly you out of here. To where?’
‘Adelaide?’
‘Adelaide?’ he demanded, incredulous.
‘Please.’ Her hold on Karli tightened. Dear heaven, she’d got them in such a mess. She’d believed Brian. Why on earth had she ever believed Brian?
She’d wanted to believe him. For Karli’s sake.
‘I don’t know what to do,’ she confessed. ‘We can’t stay here.’
‘No,’ he agreed. ‘You can’t.’
‘If not Adelaide…’ she shrugged ‘…just anywhere with a hotel and a telephone and some way of getting back to the outside world.’
‘No.’
‘No?’
‘The nearest place with those sort of facilities is Adelaide,’ he said flatly. ‘That’s several hours’ flight in my small plane. It’d take me a day to get you there and get back here, and I don’t have a day free. I’m sorry to be disobliging, but I’m on a deadline.’
‘A deadline?’ She stared around in incredulity. ‘What sort of deadline can you have in a place like this?’
Riley’s expression became absolutely still. ‘Careful,’ he said softly. ‘Not so much of the disdain, if you please. This is my farm we’re talking of.’
‘But…’ Jenna closed her eyes for a fraction of a moment, to give herself space. She’d never felt so foreign or alone or out of control in her life—and she’d been alone for ever.
‘I’m sorry,’ she managed, and she fought for the courage to open her eyes again and face him. ‘I guess… Look, I don’t understand Australian farms. This is the first one I’ve been on. For all I know—’ she searched desperately for a smile ‘—this could be luxury accommodation.’
‘It isn’t,’ he said flatly. ‘But I have a roof over my head and a refrigerator full of beer. What more could I want?’
Anything, she thought. Anything.
‘The other people at the siding,’ she asked. ‘I don’t suppose…if they’re on farms, would one of them be able to fly us out?’
‘Those other farms are half a day’s drive to get to,’ he told her. ‘My nearest neighbour is over a hundred miles north over rough, unmade tracks. They came to the siding to get supplies from the train and they probably won’t be back at the siding for another couple of weeks. Today was the main supply run.’
Dear God.
‘We’re stuck here,’ she whispered.
‘Unless I kick you out, yes.’
Karli looked up at Riley then, with what, for the child, was an almost superhuman amount of courage. ‘Will you make us go back and sit on the train platform by ourselves until the next train comes?’ she whispered.
Jenna opened her mouth, and then thought better of it. Shut up, she told herself. Just shut up. She couldn’t ask that question any better than Karli just had.
Riley was staring at them with exasperation. ‘Your mother’s a dope,’ Riley told the little girl.
It was the wrong thing to say. Jenna flinched, and within her arms she felt Karli flinch as well.
‘My mother’s dead,’ Karli whispered. ‘She died yesterday.’
CHAPTER TWO
THERE was no way of softening the awfulness.
Riley knew Karli was speaking the truth. Jenna watched his face, knowing that he’d heard the shock and the raw pain in Karli’s voice.
He’d heard the despair of abandonment.
‘I’m sorry,’ Riley said at last. He set his beer on the table—very carefully, as if it might break. He looked from Karli to Jenna and back again. ‘I assumed you two were mother and daughter.’ He compressed his mouth and focussed on Karli. ‘Who’s this lady, then?’
‘Jenna’s my big sister,’ Karli whispered. ‘Sort of.’
‘Sort of?’
‘We’re half-sisters,’ Jenna told him. ‘Nicole, our mother—we’re the product of two of her marriages.’
‘Two—?’
‘Look, this isn’t getting anything sorted,’ Jenna said, and she was starting to sound as desperate as she felt. Karli was wilting against her. The shock and horror of the last few hours were taking their toll and it was amazing the little girl was still upright. She pulled her up to sit on her lap. ‘So you can’t take us anywhere?’
He hesitated, but then he shook his head. ‘No,’ he told her and there was even regret in his voice. ‘I’m sorry, but my labour’s not for sale. I have blocked bores and my cattle are dying because they can’t get anything to drink. If I leave before the bores are operational then I’ll lose cattle by the hundred, and their deaths won’t be pretty. I’m not being disobliging for the sake of it. I have urgent priorities.’
She bit her lip. ‘I’m sorry.’ This was getting harder by the minute. He was a man in a hurry and the last thing he needed was to be saddled with a woman and a child. ‘I was really stupid to get off the train.’
‘You were.’
‘But it’s done now,’ she said with a flash of anger. She sounded like a wimp, she decided, and a wimp was the last way she’d have described herself. She’d been looking after herself since she was knee-high to a grasshopper. It was men who’d got her into this mess and this guy was of the same species.
‘Can you at least put us up here until the next train comes through?’ Then, at the look on his face, she went on in a hurry. ‘Please. We’ll be no trouble.’ She had to persuade him. What choice did she have?
What choice did he have?
‘I don’t have any choice,’ he muttered, echoing her own thoughts. Then