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  He wasn’t handsome, Juliet told herself. Not handsome in the way Hugo had been, anyway. Really, he was quite ordinary. Brown hair, grey eyes, nothing special.

  There was something implacable about him, though. Something hard and strong and steady. A quiet coldness that mesmerised and unnerved her at the same time. Beneath her lashes, Juliet’s eyes rested on his mouth. That wasn’t the mouth of a cold man, she found herself thinking, and she remembered how he had smiled at the twins. The memory snaked down her spine, and something shifted deep inside her so that she jerked her gaze away.

  She tried to concentrate on how obvious he had made his distaste, but all she could think about was him lying in the bed she had made, his long brown body bare against the cool sheet. She could imagine it so clearly that she sucked in her breath, and the tiny sound made Cal turn his head to find her eyes wide and dark and startled, as if she had just thought of something shocking.

  ‘What is it?’ he asked.

  ‘Nothing.’ Juliet’s fingers trembled as she pulled out the plug and made a big deal of rinsing out the sink. She had to get a grip of herself! ‘That is…’ She stopped. No, that wasn’t a good idea.

  ‘What?’

  ‘It doesn’t matter.’

  Cal frowned irritably. If she had something to say, why didn’t she get on with it? ‘What doesn’t?’

  Driven into a corner, Juliet wiped her hands on a tea-towel and wished she had never opened her mouth. But Cal obviously wasn’t going to let it drop, and maybe it needed saying after all.

  ‘I was just thinking that it might be a good idea if we established a few ground rules.’ She pushed her hair behind her ears, absurdly nervous for some reason.

  He looked at her with that infuriatingly unreadable expression. ‘Ground rules?’

  ‘Yes. I mean, we’re going to be living together until we can get the manager’s house cleaned up, so perhaps we should agree a few things now.’

  ‘What sort of things?’

  ‘Well,’ she said, ‘I presume you don’t want to cook separately, so we need to decide about meals, that kind of thing and…well, you know…how we ensure that we both have some privacy,’ she finished lamely. It had seemed so sensible when she started, but under Cal’s dispassionate gaze she found herself faltering for some reason.

  ‘You’re very keen on rules, aren’t you?’ he said sardonically, and she flushed and lifted her chin.

  ‘Sometimes they save awkwardness.’

  ‘I don’t see what’s awkward about sharing a few meals.’

  ‘I didn’t just mean that,’ said Juliet. ‘I meant the situation generally.’

  ‘What situation?’ asked Cal, exasperated.

  ‘You know what I mean!’ she flared. He was being deliberately obtuse! ‘The fact is that the two of us will be alone together here for much of the time.’

  ‘Ah!’ he exclaimed, suddenly enlightened—as if he hadn’t known all along exactly what she was talking about, Juliet thought sourly. ‘You want some rules to make sure I don’t take advantage of you, is that it?’

  ‘Yes…no!’ she corrected herself frantically as Cal raised an eyebrow. ‘Of course not,’ she said more calmly. ‘All I’m trying to say is that we’re both adults, both single. If we don’t acknowledge that now, I can see a situation arising where we might…might…’ She could feel herself floundering again and wished she’d never opened her mouth. ‘Well, we might…might wonder…’

  ‘Might wonder what it would be like if I kissed you?’ Cal suggested in a hatefully calm voice, but she was too relieved to have the sentence completed for her to resent him.

  ‘That kind of thing, yes.’

  She was standing by the cooker in her turquoise dress, hugging her arms together self-consciously and wearing a defensive expression that made her look very young. Cal looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then laid his tea-towel over the back of a chair.

  ‘Let’s find out now,’ he said, coming over to Juliet.

  She looked at him blankly. ‘Find what out?’

  ‘What it would be like if I kissed you.’ He took her hands and unfolded her arms so impersonally that he had taken hold of her waist before Juliet had quite realised what was happening. ‘Then we won’t need to wonder,’ he explained briskly, drawing her towards him, ‘and we won’t need any rules.’

  And with that he bent his head and kissed her.

  Juliet’s hands came up quite instinctively to clutch at the sleeves above his elbows for support as his mouth came down on hers and the floor seemed to drop away beneath her feet.

  It was a hard, punishing kiss, a kiss meant to teach her a lesson. Juliet knew that, but she was unprepared for the searing response that shot through her at the feel of his lips and his hands hard against her. It seemed to leap into life, jolting between them like electricity, at once shocking and dangerously exciting, so that the kiss which Cal had intended to be so brief somehow took on a life of its own and he tightened his arms around Juliet, moulding her against him as her lips parted beneath his.

  Cal slid one hand up to the nape of her neck, tangling his fingers in the silky hair. He had forgotten how she exasperated him, forgotten her stupid rules, forgotten everything but how warm and soft and pliant she felt in his arms. Caught off-guard by the piercing sweetness of her response, Cal was in the middle of gathering her closer and deepening his kiss when the realisation of just how close they both were to losing control stopped him in his tracks as effectively as a bucket of cold water.

  Literally dropping Juliet back to earth, he stepped away from her and took a deep, steadying breath. Juliet was left to collapse back against the cooker, dazed and trembling. They stared at each other for a long, long moment.

  ‘Well, now we know,’ said Cal, when he could speak. ‘We won’t need to waste any more time wondering about it, will we?’ He could see Juliet’s mouth shaking, and the temptation to pull her back into his arms and forget everything else once more was so strong that he had to make himself turn away.

  Juliet was still leaning against the cooker when he reached the door. ‘Thanks for the meal’, he said, and then he was gone.

  CHAPTER THREE

  ‘DAD’S gone to have breakfast with the stockmen,’ Natalie announced when Juliet found her in the kitchen the next morning. ‘He said to tell you he won’t be back until this evening.’

  ‘When did he tell you this?’ asked Juliet, put out to discover that all the effort spent on steeling herself to face Cal with cool composure this morning had been completely wasted.

  It had taken her ages dithering around in the corridor before she had got up the nerve to even open the kitchen door, and now he had just swanned off for the day without so much as a by-your-leave, leaving a casual message that he would be back later. No doubt she would be expected to have a meal waiting for him when he deigned to turn up, too!

  ‘Just now,’ said Natalie. ‘He only left a minute ago.’ She was anxious to help. ‘Shall I go and find him for you?’ she offered, halfway off her chair.

  ‘No!’ said Juliet quickly. She wasn’t up to a confrontation with Cal just yet. ‘I mean, no, it doesn’t matter, thanks,’ she added more gently.

  Running her fingers through her hair in a weary gesture, she put on the kettle to make herself some tea. The twins were still asleep. Typical that the one morning she could have had a lie-in she had woken early, feeling hot and cross after a restless night.

  It was Cal’s fault, of course. Why had he kissed her like that? How could she have let herself be kissed like that? Juliet had lain awake for hours, tossing fretfully from side to side, her heart still pumping at the feel of Cal’s hands on her bare arms, her lips still tingling with the touch of his mouth. She’d wanted to be angry with Cal—she was angry with him—but deep in her heart she’d known that he wasn’t entirely to blame. She hadn’t even tried to push him away.

  It hadn’t even been that much of a kiss, she’d tried telling herself. Cal had been making a point, no mo
re than that, but her own electric response had alarmed and shamed her.

  She had been alone too long, that was all, Juliet had decided at last in the small hours. It was the only thing that could explain her own bizarre reaction to the way he had kissed her. If it hadn’t been for those long months of rejection by Hugo she would never have kissed Cal back as she had. She wouldn’t have wanted the kiss to go on and on, and she wouldn’t have felt so bereft when he’d let her go.

  And she wouldn’t have been lying there, squirming with frustration, unable to stop wondering what would have happened if Cal hadn’t dropped her when he had. He would have been lying in bed, his body where her hand smoothed over the sheet. Juliet’s palms had twitched at the thought. She’d felt as if her nerves were jumping just beneath her skin. She’d wished she could stop thinking about what it would be like to touch him, to taste him, to shiver at his hands drifting over her, at his hardness covering her…

  She had to stop this!

  If Cal thought she was going to make a big deal out of one crummy kiss, he would be disappointed. Juliet had spent too long coping with Hugo’s sudden whims and changes of mood. She was in charge now, she reminded herself, and she wasn’t going to go to pieces just because some man had kissed her.

  No, she had hired Cal to manage the station. He would just have to accept that she was his employer, not a convenient diversion for the empty outback evenings.

  ‘Sorry?’ Juliet suddenly realised that Natalie was talking to her and that she hadn’t heard a word. ‘What did you say?’

  ‘I said, the kettle’s boiled,’ said Natalie, evidently puzzled by Juliet’s abstracted air.

  As she drank her tea, Juliet wondered whether Natalie was upset at being abandoned by her father for the day, but she seemed to take it in her stride. She was happy to stay with Juliet and the twins, she told Juliet, adding conscientiously, ‘If you don’t mind.’

  The only thing Juliet minded was the way Cal had simply assumed she would be there to look after his daughter, but she could hardly say that to Natalie, and anyway, the little girl turned out to be very useful. It was much easier to get things done knowing that she was keeping an eye on the twins, who were liable to get into all sorts of mischief if they weren’t watched like a hawk.

  And Juliet had to admit that it was nice to have someone to talk to. It was just a pity that Cal wasn’t as open and friendly as his daughter.

  Later that afternoon, when the heat of the day began to cool, Juliet took Natalie and the boys down to the paddock to see the horses that were corralled there, waiting their turn to be taken out on a muster, or ridden through the scrub and termite hills where even four-wheel drives couldn’t go.

  Natalie’s eyes shone as she hung over the rail. ‘Dad’s going to get me a horse of my own, so I can go riding with him,’ she told Juliet proudly.

  Juliet patted the neck of a roan that had come in search of a titbit. ‘I’d like to get a couple of small ponies for the boys to learn on,’ she said.

  The twins had always loved watching the horses. They were standing on the rail next to Natalie, not at all afraid of the big mare tossing her head up and down. ‘The trouble is that I can’t leave one while I teach the other to ride, and I can’t control two ponies at once,’ she went on, half to herself. She had tried to work out a way round the difficulty many times since the boys had been old enough to walk, but the fact remained that she couldn’t teach two small boys to ride at the same time with only one pair of hands.

  ‘Dad could help you,’ Natalie offered, and Juliet smiled wryly.

  ‘I think Dad’s got more important things to do at the moment.’

  ‘He certainly has.’ Cal had come up behind them so quietly that when he spoke, Juliet jumped a mile. The man must move like a cat!

  ‘Where did you come from?’ she demanded, heart hammering. It was the shock, she told herself. Nothing to do with the sight of him, lean and strong and somehow immediate in the sharp outback light. Beneath his hat, his eyes were as cool and as impersonal as ever and his mouth—that mouth that she remembered so well from last night—was compressed in an angry line.

  ‘The stockyards,’ he said with an edge of impatience. What did it matter where he had come from? It wasn’t his fault she had nothing better to do than spend the afternoon leaning on the paddock rail and was so busy looking elegant in khaki trousers and a cream shirt that she hadn’t heard him coming.

  He turned to Natalie. ‘Nat, why don’t you take the twins back to the homestead?’ he said. ‘I need a word with Mrs Laing.’

  ‘I call her Juliet,’ said Natalie, but she climbed off the rail.

  Juliet bridled at the way Cal was ordering her sons around, but she didn’t want to start arguing in front of the children. ‘Yes, would you mind getting them a drink, Natalie?’ she said tightly. ‘I want to talk to your father.’

  She watched Natalie lead Kit and Andrew out of earshot, holding carefully onto two sticky hands, before rounding on Cal. ‘I’d be grateful if you’d let me decide where and when we talk!’ she hissed. ‘You’re here to manage the station and nothing else. You can leave my children to me!’

  ‘I’m not going to get anything done if I have to spend my time making an appointment to see you,’ Cal pointed out, grey eyes cold and contemptuous.

  ‘I’m not asking you to make an appointment! I just object to the way you march in and start ordering everyone around!’

  He gave an exasperated sigh. ‘I merely suggested that Natalie kept an eye on the boys while we talked. I’ve got something important to say, and I assumed you’d want to concentrate. You can’t do that while you’re keeping half an eye on what the children are doing.’

  ‘Couldn’t whatever it is you’ve got to say wait until the children are in bed?’ she demanded, and his eyes narrowed.

  ‘No. You’ve got a big problem here, bigger than I think you realise, and I’m damned if I’m going to hang around and present it to you when you’re all primped and perfumed for the evening, just so that you can make a point about being the boss!’

  Angry as he was, Cal missed the warning blaze in the dark blue eyes. ‘What exactly is the problem?’ she asked in a biting voice.

  ‘Everything,’ he said bluntly. He was white about the mouth with fury and despair at what had become of Wilparilla since Juliet and her husband had taken over. ‘I’ll need the plane to get an idea of what’s going on in the farthest areas, but from what I’ve seen today there are enough problems to be going on with in the near paddocks. Fences are down, the watering points are a mess, pipes are broken, the cattle are running wild, most of them haven’t even been branded…the whole station is falling apart!’

  When he thought of the years of back-breaking work he had put into building up a prime herd and turning Wilparilla into a thriving station, Cal wanted to hit something. He had been edgy and irritable even before he’d set out, conscious of an unsettling sense of guilt about kissing Juliet, and his temper hadn’t been improved by the way the memory of how she had felt in his arms seemed to have lodged itself in his brain.

  He had tried to shake it off, he’d even thought he had succeeded, and then at odd moments during the day, when he’d least expected it, he would find himself thinking about her fragrance, the silkiness of her hair between his fingers, the way her body had melded into his. The memories disconcerted and distracted him, and he grew increasingly angry, with himself but mostly with Juliet, and by the time the full extent of the Laings’ neglect of his land had hit home, he had convinced himself that he hated her.

  And now she was standing there, looking appalled, as if she hadn’t known how bad things were already!

  Cal wanted to hurt her, to make her realise just what she and her husband had done to Wilparilla. He went on, reeling off the problems that had to be faced, the repairs that had to be carried out, the impossible that had to be achieved before the wet season set in, while Juliet seemed to buckle beneath the weight of the difficulties facing her.
r />   Perversely, her stricken expression only made Cal angrier, and he carried on, lashing her with his tongue until Juliet couldn’t endure to hear any more and covered her ears with her hands.

  Cal snatched them away. ‘That won’t help!’ he raged. ‘None of this will go away because you don’t want to hear about it! You’re so keen to be the boss? That means you take responsibility for this mess! It’s time someone did,’ he added cruelly. ‘You should be ashamed of yourself, letting good land fall into this state. Wilparilla could be making a profit, but you’ve let it run down to the point where you’re staring at ruin.’

  ‘It’s not that bad,’ whispered Juliet. She knew that it was, of course, but she hadn’t wanted to accept how close she was to losing Wilparilla for the boys.

  ‘It is that bad!’ shouted Cal in bitter frustration. ‘Oh, I can see why you don’t want to accept it, of course,’ he went on, deliberately insulting. ‘That might mean you’d have to face up to reality instead of sitting around the homestead all day, worrying about what to wear in the evening. The only problem you face up to is how to get everyone to call you boss!’

  ‘How dare you?’ Too tired to be able to cope with a single extra problem, let alone the terrifying list Cal had harangued her with, Juliet had been close to tears of despair, but his accusation was so unfair that she was suddenly, gloriously angry.

  ‘Have you ever tried looking after two boys under three?’ she shouted back at him. ‘Of course you haven’t! If you had, you’d know that you get more chance to sit down during the day than I do, and if I did get a chance, I’d have to spend it trying to sort out the mess of paperwork in the office, or growing enough vegetables to keep us self-sufficient, or ordering supplies, or paying wages to men who don’t do any work, and that’s before I even start thinking about cooking or cleaning or washing clothes.