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thought she’d throw away the chance to spend a little more time with him before she had to leave.
    And it seemed important to try to understand him before she left. Maybe even help him. ‘Seems a long way to go for dinner.’
    ‘Thought I’d show you my mother’s house. We could catch a kekak dance or just have a quiet dinner overlooking the rice fields. I’d like you to see where I live and why I love it.’
    She found herself agreeing, maybe foolishly, but the idea of being privy to a more personal side to Harry was too intriguing to resist. And she didn’t want the day to end. This whole slice out of time would end soon enough, which was a good thing if she was going to get over being drawn to this often silent man, and why he was hiding here in Bali.

CHAPTER FIVE
    L ATER that afternoon, in Harry’s car, Bonnie looked out the window as Harry drove.
    Motorbikes were everywhere, swerving in and out of traffic, crazy loads piled on them, tooting politely to be let through. And nobody seemed cross.
    Very different to Western cities she’d been to. She glanced at Harry as he slowed to allow a young biker to pass him, and he seemed lazily alert, not at all perturbed by the chaos. What was it about him that drew her to him? He was the opposite of her ex-fiancé, career-climbing Jeremy, which in the big picture should be a good thing.
    Harry didn’t seem driven by anything, footloose, fancy-free except for the ghost of a wife. Well, that was what she assumed. She hadn’t actually asked him if he had a girlfriend but she didn’t think so, he seemed content to just coast through life. He was unlike anyone she’d ever known or even been drawn to. Maybe that was the attraction.
    The safety of him not being eligible in her eyes. And if she was honest, she was attracted to him despite her inner caution reminding her he was a man and men couldn’t be trusted.
    ‘Do you enjoy driving here?’
    He grinned at her. Pure schoolboy without a care now. It must be nice to switch on and off like that. ‘It’s like the bargaining. Just smile and you’ll be all right. Don’t get worked up about anything and everything will run smoothly.’
    Sounded like his life. ‘Pleasantly detached in your bubble from the real world? Is that why you stay?’
    He glanced at her and then away. ‘Maybe.’
    He changed the subject and she wasn’t surprised. Right at the beginning he’d said there would be no deep and meaningful discussions. ‘We’re coming into Celuk. A village famous for silversmiths. I’d like to pick something up from a friend of mine.’
    He slowed as they passed shopfronts and the occasional larger walled house, all proclaiming their trade in jewellery, and what woman didn’t love jewellery? Bonnie was no exception as she turned her head from side to side to see the shopfronts.
    When they parked, almost against the wall to get off the narrow street, there was barely enough room to open her door, but that wasn’t going to stop her having a peek inside.
    Harry grinned again and helped her squeeze out onto the little porch and up the steps into the shop. To her delight the inside exceeded her expectations. It seemed she’d found Aladdin’s cave crammed to the ceiling with glass-fronted cupboards packed with all types and sizes of silver jewellery.
    He introduced her to his friend, Putu, who reached under the counter and produced a small box filled withsilver charms. Putu poked around in the box until he found what he was looking for and offered it to Harry.
    She couldn’t see what it was and at first thought it some sort of animal as Harry held it up to the light. She watched him clap his friend on the back and some money exchanged hands. And she looked away to control her inquisitiveness. There were trays and trays of all types of silver jewellery, plenty to distract a curious woman.
    Harry strode across to her. ‘Sorry to keep you in the dark but I wanted Putu to find the best one.’ He opened his hand. ‘I’d