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toward her and barked a curt, ‘Deal.’
    Goose bumps prickled all over her skin as she slid her chilled hand into his furnace-warm, Goliath one. It swallowed hers completely and Kate had a moment of unease; the image aptly represented their parts in this situation.
    He might tolerate her presence, he might humour her research, he might even help her in ways that didn’t hinder him. But ultimately Grant McMurtrie held all the power here.
    For now.
    Her mind went to the nearly finished report for the Conservation Commission, sitting in the back seat of her ute. She straightened her spine and closed her fingers defiantly tighter on his. ‘I’ll move in tonight.’

CHAPTER FIVE
    â€˜Y OU do realise you smell appalling?’ Grant scrunched his nose.
    Her grin was way too sexy to be good for him. After only a few days, Kate’s presence felt as ingrained in the house as his father’s tobacco.
    â€˜Occupational hazard. The smellier we are, the better the seals like us.’
    His nostrils flared. ‘Then they must be ready to adopt you as one of their own today.’
    The grin burbled over into a full laugh and those dimples flashed enticingly beneath a layer of dirt and muck. His gut kicked over, and not from the smell. That was happening way too often. He swallowed past the tight ball.
    â€˜We had a good day today, got a heap done. Enough that I can spend all of tomorrow setting up the lab.’
    An overflowing carful of her gear had been dropped off by two of her team earlier in the day. It sat intriguingly on the verandah now. As though realising that sharing her joy about having made good progress was not entirely appropriate, two frown lines formed between her brows. The dimples flattened out.
    â€˜I’ll go take a shower and leave my work clothes in the lab,’ she said. ‘Hopefully that’ll keep it contained.’
    The lab formerly known as the garage.
    He’d thought about making it a store room, but then realisedhe wouldn’t be able to go in and out of there for stuff, so he’d left it empty. Better a science lab than empty as a tomb—although, the latter was more appropriate. Would Kate freak out if she knew? Part of him thought no—she was a scientist and used to much more grisly things than that—but part of him remembered that she’d been fond of Leo.
    â€˜How often did you see my father?’ he asked a little later, when she was back to smelling like a clean, natural woman. She was trucking things from the verandah around to the double-doors of the garage. He lumped one of the bigger boxes as he followed her.
    Kate paused and thought about it. ‘Maybe three times a week?’
    For two years. That was a lot—compared to him. Yet she could still whack on the pressure when she had to. ‘Must have been tough while he was against your project.’
    Kate smiled, and he realised how much he waited for those peek-a-boo dimples to show up. How he lightened just for seeing them.
    â€˜He was no picnic even after he came round.’
    I’ll bet. ‘Came round?’
    â€˜Reconciled himself,’ Kate corrected.
    Grant’s feet locked up at the roll-door to the garage. No way he was going a step further into that space. ‘To giving up his land?’
    Kate dropped her box and straightened, frowning. ‘To giving up his dogged stance. I think he was just being belligerent out of habit toward the end there.’
    Grant snorted. ‘He always was contrary.’
    She thought about that. ‘No, I think he was lonely. Dragging out the negotiations gave him regular contact.’
    Pain sliced unexpectedly low in his gut. He shot up straight.
    â€˜I’m sorry,’ Kate rushed to make good. ‘That’s none of my business.’
    â€˜My father didn’t really do lonely, Kate,’ he said, lowering his voice, critically aware of their location. Leo McMurtrie had liked nothing better than