Iâll organize a crew of friends and relatives to come down and help.â
âUh-uh. Not until weâve exhausted local options,â Luke insisted. âI donât want to perpetuate the âthem and usâ mentality.â
His friend gave an exasperated sigh. âI donât like this, Luke. Youâre taking on too much alone. Weâre all in this together, remember?â
âYeah, mate, this is temporary.â
âHow many months have you been saying that?â
âIâll keep you posted,â Luke promised and hung up.
Christian switched off his mobile and, frowning, looked across his wide veranda toward the blue sky over the flat, golden fields. If the Ferrari was out, then Luke definitely wouldnât approve of the helicopter.
He heard his wifeâs footsteps on the wooden deck, then she wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned her cheek against his back.
âYouâre worried about him, arenât you?â
Feeling her warmth, some of Christianâs tension dissipated. âMaybe itâs the sensible thing to stay away, but itâs almost as if he doesnât want us there.â
One hundred meters down to his left, a duck came to land in the pond, webbed feet skidding across the surface of the water. The golden willows he and Kez had planted around it last autumn barely lent shade to the waterfowl hunkered under it.
âHis reasons are sound, arenât they?â
âYeah, butâ¦â Staring over their land, Christian tried to articulate his growing sense of disquiet. âHeâs working too hard and heâs alone too much. His Auckland visits are getting fewer and theyâre all about Triton business or the camp trust. When was the last time he came to stay here? Or the last time he, Jordan and I played pool and talked shit in a bar?â Kezia said nothing, a sure sign she had a theory.
Christian turned and cupped her face. âOkay, out with it.â
Her golden-brown eyes widened. âItâs a busy time with the camp, things will settle down.â
âIâm waiting.â
âIsnât his divorce final this month?â
âMy God, has it been two years already? But whatâs that got to do with anything? After what Amanda did to him, heâll be painting the town red.â
She pushed a strand of long hair behind her ear. âYou and I are playing happy families, Jordanâs about to get marriedâ¦â
âWhich is exactly why weâve been trying to fix Luke up lately.â
âI donât know if you and Jord are the bestâHey!â
Christian, relieved, had dropped his hands to her sweet ass and squeezed. âItâs not easy,â he admitted. âLuke has some cockeyed notion heâs better off alone.â
Kez gave him her old schoolteacher look but didnât remove his hands from her butt. âHuh. Where have I heard that cockeyed notion before?â
He pulled her closer, nuzzled her soft, dark hair. She smelled of rosemary and redemption. âThe most fervent saint is always a reformed sinner.â
âI didnât reform you,â she protested. âYou corrupted me.â
His hold tightened. âSo how about showing me what you learned before Maddie wakes up from her afternoon nap?â
He expected her to say no, they were in the middle of revising a new business plan for their other baby, the Waterview Hotel, and papers were spread across the dining room.
Instead she whispered huskily in his ear, âClear the table.â
CHAPTER SIX
L IZâS CANCELLATION annoyed Luke. But his disappointment annoyed him more.
He hadnât anticipated her offer of help, but heâd been ridiculously pleased andâokayârelieved when sheâd made it. He didnât like the niggle of doubt he felt every time Liz made an excuse not to visit camp. Luke liked her; he wanted that to be uncomplicated. Because if it was
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