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felt him draw back. She’d been discreet. But it hadn’t mattered. The withdrawal of all that lovely warmth stung.
And shocked her sensible. Even though they were both on the same side in wanting to protect his daughter, while it was her wish, it was his mission in life.
She slung her backpack onto the rock between them, the most substantial wall she could mount on short notice, then said, ‘I’m sorry. I won’t bring that subject up again.’
His voice was low and intimate when he said, ‘Meg, I wanted to—’
She flapped a hand between them. ‘It’s fine. I understand.’
‘No, I don’t think you do,’ he said. ‘I wanted to tell you … She made me pancakes.’
Meg’s eyes slid to his, envy and delight spilling through her in tandem. ‘She did? When?’
‘This morning. Before she went back to school.’
‘Jeez, she’s an early riser. Like father like daughter, I guess.’
He glanced at her with an expression she’d never seen on him before. As if he’d thought the same, but couldn’t be convinced that it wasn’t just wishful thinking. It got to her, like an arrow straight to the heart.
‘Were they any good?’ she asked, her voice reed-thin. ‘The pancakes.’
‘Atrocious.’ He laughed softly.
‘But you ate them all,’ she said, knowing the answer before she even asked the question.
He nodded once. ‘I certainly did.’
The arrow in her heart stabbed a little deeper.
She tried to imagine her own father eating pancakes she’d made. Unless they’d been fit for the table of literal kings he would have taken one look and fed them to the dogs. And he would somehow have made sure she knew it too.
She swallowed down the heady mix of new good and old bad feelings rising far too quickly inside her.
‘She asked after you, you know,’ Zach said, glancing away from her to stare out at some vague spot in the distance.
Meg raised her eyes to the roof of the cave to hold back the encroaching sting. If he knew what was good for him, the guy should really stop talking. Now.
She knew what was good for her and still asked, ‘What did she say?’
‘Young girls need their mystery. Or so I’ve been told.’
‘Hey now,’ she laughed, taking a quick moment to brush a finger under her eyes, ‘that’s not fair. I was being nice giving you all that secret girls’ business insight, and now you’re using it against me.’
‘Fair enough,’ he said, ‘then I will tell you that it was something you said to her yesterday that had her heading off to school today like she had the wind at her heels. So thank you for that too.’
Wow. She’d done that? She gave him a nod. It was either that or croak out, You’re welcome.
‘Mr Jones,’ a woman’s voice with a lilting foreign accent said from between them.
Meg flinched and dragged herself out of the cloud of intimacy that had wrapped itself around them like a slow, thick, enshrouding fog shifting across the pool.
She turned to find a stunning redhead, her hair neat as a pin, her Juniper Falls uniform pressed, not a lick of sweat anywhere. Meg ran a quick hand over her fuzzy plaits and so wished she hadn’t. It would have been better not to know.
‘Claudia,’ Zach said, his voice so cool and aloof Meg was surprised to remember when he’d last used that tone of voice with her. ‘What can I do for you?’
‘Sorry to interrupt, but the St Barts group had a few questions about the morning they wanted to run by you while we had a moment’s respite.’
‘Of course. Claudia, this is Meg, a guest at the resort. Meg, Claudia will be my St Barts manager,’ he explained.
‘St Barts? You lucky duck,’ Meg said with the instant return of her practised smile. ‘And thank you, Zach, for taking the time to explain how the waterfall works. It was most informative.’
Claudia gave her a short smile, then headed off to join the St Barts crew.
Zach looked across at her with a kind of smile she was having more and more trouble resisting. ‘Most informative?’
‘Well,’ she said, ‘it was.’
Zach stood, yet he lingered.
‘Go,’ she said, shooing him away. ‘Please. I’m not going to fall into the pool and drown and cause you endless hassles. I promise.’
His brow furrowed, then he said, ‘No, that’s not … I was going to ask if I’ll see you tonight.’
‘Tonight?’ Her heart beat so hard in her throat she was certain it must have been obvious to everyone in sight.
‘You are coming to the luau, are you not?’
‘The what?’
‘There’s a clearing at the west corner of the lake on which we’ve created a beach. The staff put on a controlled bonfire there once a week. Have you even read the brochure?’
‘I glanced at it. Briefly.’ Trying to find chocolate, trying to find the Wellness Building. Both times she’d only found more of him. ‘Look, I’m not sure what our plans are for tonight—’
‘The St Barts team will be there tonight so I was thinking about putting in an appearance. For their sake,’ he said. Adding, ‘There’ll be marshmallows.’
She couldn’t help herself. She licked her lips.
And he laughed. Throaty, loud laughter that resonated through her bones as though her marrow were a twanged guitar string.
‘Real marshmallows?’ she asked, her voice comically low, amazed at the cool she could still find within herself when she needed it most. Thank heavens for her years of training. ‘Or soy-based, gluten-free, sugar-free sticky balls?’
‘Real marshmallows. Bags and bags of them. Pink and white. Sticks supplied if you’re a toaster.’
‘Sure I’m a toaster. You?’
‘All the way. But just in case you need something to keep you going until then …’ He tossed her a small package wrapped in the ubiquitous Juniper Falls pale green. He tipped his cap at her, then bounded across the rocks to join the St Barts crew.
Meg tore it open to find herself holding a small packet of M&Ms. She laughed out loud, then pressed her finger to her mouth before her fellow hikers discovered her laughing to herself and realised they ought to have been paying more heed to the frizzy brunette in their midst.
CHAPTER EIGHT
ZACH stood on a corner of the lake’s beach not lit by the blazing fire, feet bare as the day he was born, dressed top to toe in linen he’d ironed himself, and a hot pink lei someone he didn’t recognise had thrown over his head.
‘You’re a fool,’ he muttered to himself for about the seventh time in the past ten minutes. ‘You and Ruby might have had a good morning because of something she said, and maybe you can’t get that kiss out of your mind, but by poking your head out of your perfectly adequate cave again and again just to get another glimpse makes you a damn fool.’
His hands gripped the lei, crushing the flowers, but before he had the chance to whip it over his neck the sound of female laughter split the night.
Glitter twinkled in the darkness. Three distinct voices wafted towards him, followed by three female forms. The other two must have been her friends. All he saw was Meg.
Her dark hair had been