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AS SHE watched Seth stride away, Amy almost changed her mind about setting foot outside the house. The spectre of snakes and crocodiles scared her to death and in a panicky rush she ran back to the bedroom to make sure that Bella was still sleeping safely.

The windows and doors to their room were screened, however, and no creepy-crawlies could find their way in, thank God. Bella was fine.

She knew Seth’s claim was true—plenty of people had lived here and avoided being eaten. Rachel had stayed here for six weeks and she’d never mentioned any special dangers. Then again, Rachel had kept quiet about a lot of things in the north.

Including Seth.

But Amy had already tortured herself enough over that man. All morning, she’d driven herself crazy fretting over his relationship with Rachel, his plans for Bella, and her own giddy pulse rate whenever he was near.

Taking several deep breaths, she swore to put him out of her mind, and she set off, camera in hand, to explore his garden.

Which was lovely. Really lovely.

Again she wondered why Rachel had never mentioned how gorgeous this place was. She’d made so few comments, hadn’t shown any pictures. Nothing. Had she saved it all for her book?

Amy didn’t know the names of many of the tropical plants, but as she walked she recognised hibiscus, orchids and bougainvilleas growing lushly amidst ferns and palms. She loved the showiness and variety of the lavishly hued tropical flowers and leaves.

The butterflies and birds were extra bright and beautiful, too. All living things here were wonderfully vivid. Nature at double strength. As she walked down twisting paths, she felt as if her senses were zapped onto high alert.

She was surrounded by fragrances—the scents of frangipani, of ginger and cardamom, mixed with a pervading smell of damp earth and vegetation. There was a constant peep-peep-peeping sound, which, Seth had already explained, came from tiny tree frogs in the nearby forest.

Here in the tropics there was a sense of life teeming and lush, pushing to the max, and she was aware of an indefinable something that stirred her, a constant pulse-raising excitement and restlessness.

Perhaps that was why her thoughts zeroed straight back to Seth.

She couldn’t help it. He was such a fascinating puzzle.

He’d said he was fine about his mother’s defection, but Amy had been watching him closely, and despite his brave words she’d seen dark pain in his eyes and in the tightening set of his mouth.

Her heart ached for him, but his brave stoicism also frightened her. How could they come to an agreement about Bella’s future when his attitude to mothers and motherhood was almost the polar opposite of hers?

Amy adored her mum and she adored caring for Bella, but if Seth had managed so famously in this remote place without any contact with his mother, he might easily assume that Bella would be fine here, too.

And where, Amy wondered, did that leave her?

It was a relief, on rounding a tall clump of pink ginger, to be distracted by an elderly man wearing a wide-brimmed hat of woven cane and happily hacking at palm fronds with a longhandled machete.

‘Hi,’ Amy called, waving to catch his attention.

In no time, she’d introduced herself and learned that he was Hans, who’d grown up in Indonesia, and had worked as a gardener on Serenity for more than twenty years.

‘Can I show you my garden?’ he asked in response to her eager compliments, and when she assured him she’d love that he grinned so widely his face disappeared into a mass of brown wrinkles.

For the next half-hour, Amy was highly entertained and educated, and she tried, once again, to put Seth Reardon and his potential threats to her happiness firmly out of her mind.

Seth didn’t return to the homestead until it was close to dusk. By then, the sky had turned smoky aqua and pink and the garden was filled with purple shadows. Amy was about to take Bella inside for her bath when she saw Seth coming across the lawn to the house.

There was something tired about his shoulders that she hadn’t noticed before, but his smile was bright when Bella ran to greet him with her usual bouncing enthusiasm.

He scooped her up in his arms and swung her so high that the little girl squealed, then begged for more.

Seth laughed. ‘That’s enough for now.’ He shot Amy a bright-eyed glance. ‘Come with me and I’ll show you magic fireflies.’

‘Fireflies?’ Amy and Bella chorused together.

He nodded towards the darkening forest. ‘Over here. Come on, I’ll show you.’

They went down a flight of stone steps to a lower terrace, crossed the lawn to a dark line of trees, and Amy saw a narrow track leading away into the shadowy depths of the forest. Seth, who was holding Bella with one arm, suddenly reached for Amy’s hand.

Heat raced over her skin like a fire out of control.

‘Stay with me,’ he said quietly and for a giddy, heart-stumbling moment, she fancied he was asking her to…stay here…

To live with him at Serenity.

And then, crazily, even though she’d only known him for two days, she felt an astonishing impulse to say yes.

‘We’ll take this track slowly,’ he said.

Oh, good grief.

Embarrassment flooded Amy as she realised her mistake. Seth wanted her to stay close to him on the darkened track. Of course he wasn’t talking about a romantic future.

Of course, of course.

Silently, she cursed her ridiculous reaction. For heaven’s sake. Her job was to protect Bella’s future happiness, and she had to remember that Seth might yet make unreasonable demands and become their enemy.

‘W-what about the s-n-a-k-e-s?’ she whispered, spelling out the word so she didn’t frighten Bella.

‘You’ll be OK with me. I know what to look for.’

‘Are you sure?’

She saw the flash of his teeth as he grinned at her. ‘Tree snakes aren’t really dangerous, unless you’re a bird or a little possum.’

Her heart was thundering like a Mack truck, but the problem wasn’t so much her fear of snakes as the intimate warmth of Seth’s hand enclosing hers. She registered every detail—the slightly rough texture of his palm, the individual pressure of each of his fingers.

Seth took them deeper into the forest, dodging hanging vines and buttressed tree roots. The frogs were silent now and the trees crowded close, but just when Amy wondered if they were mad to continue into the gathering gloom they reached a clearing—and Seth released her hand.

The sudden feeling of loss was alarming, but Amy was soon gasping with amazement as tiny pinpricks of light flitted and danced in the dusky glade. The fireflies flashed in front of them, behind them, and above them, and they looked exactly like tiny glowing fairies.

Seth was right—they were magic. Truly magic and utterly entrancing.

‘They’re so beautiful,’ Amy said softly. ‘Look Bella, see the fireflies. They’re like fairies.’

‘Fairies,’ Bella repeated in hushed awe.

‘Aren’t they pretty?’

The little girl nodded, and for once she was too entranced to speak. She simply wound her arms around Seth’s neck and hugged him more tightly, and he smiled and kissed her cheek.

‘Is that firefly all right? It doesn’t seem able to fly,’ Amy said, pointing to a blinking light that had stayed on the ground the whole time.

Seth laughed softly. ‘That’s a female. She stays down there quietly, waiting till a flashing male appeals to her, and then she flashes back, signalling her interest.’

‘Oh.’ Amy wished she hadn’t asked and she was sure she was still blushing when it was time to head back.

‘I didn’t bring a torch,’ Seth told her. ‘So you need to stay close.’

He took her hand again and she vowed to remain calm and sensible as they made their way back.

Conversation would be a helpful distraction, she decided, so she told Seth that she’d made friends with Hans, the gardener, and that she’d visited the kitchen to talk to Ming. Bella chattered about fairies, then promptly begged for another swim.

‘Not till tomorrow,’ Seth told her gently but firmly, as if he was already completely comfortable with his new role as her father.

Amy half expected Bella to ask again for a swim, pleading and putting on her whiny voice, but the little girl accepted Seth’s ruling without a murmur.

They reached the edge of the trees where they could see the lights from the house spilling across the terraced lawns, and just when Amy expected Seth to release her she felt his thumb stroke the back of her hand. Slowly. Deliberately.

Just once.

A trembling thrill raced from her breastbone to her toes.

She knew it hadn’t been an accident.

She couldn’t breathe, but then Seth released her hand and he set Bella down to run ahead of them over the smooth lawn.

Still trembling from his touch, Amy sent a quick glance in his direction, but his attention was focused entirely on Bella, and he was smiling as he watched her skipping and flapping her arms in the warm night air.

‘She’s trying to be a firefly,’ he said.

‘She’s having a great time here,’ Amy admitted softly.

‘She is, isn’t she?’ He was still smiling.

She wanted to remind him of his intention to let Bella return to Melbourne at the end of their stay, but she was silenced by the shining light in his eyes. For the first time since she’d met him, he looked genuinely happy.

After Seth showered and changed into fresh clothes, he went through to the kitchen, where he found Bella at the kitchen table, glowing pink and clean after her bath, smelling of baby talcum powder and wolfing down a bowl of Ming’s special chicken congee.

‘Hi, Sef,’ Bella called, waving her spoon at him. ‘My eating dinner.’

‘Lucky you.’ He found himself smiling back at her. He’d been smiling so much lately it was a wonder his face hadn’t cracked. ‘Is Amy about?’ he asked Ming.

‘She’s taking a shower.’ Ming turned from the stove, shot a shrewd glance Seth’s way, and grinned. ‘I reckon she’s doing the same as you.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Getting spruced up for your dinner date.’

‘It isn’t a date.’

Ming’s keen gaze took in Seth’s clean moleskin trousers and neatly pressed shirt and Seth felt the back of his neck grow hot.

‘I thought I explained,’ he said tightly. ‘Amy’s a friend of Rachel’s. You remember Rachel? Rachel Tyler?’

‘Of course.’ The cook frowned and turned back to the stove. ‘But Amy Ross is nothing like Rachel.’

‘No,’ Seth agreed as he helped Bella to scrape the last of the chicken and rice porridge from the bottom of her bowl. ‘Amy’s not remotely like Rachel. They’re chalk and cheese.’

He heard a sound behind him and turned to find Amy in the doorway. Her hair was loose to her shoulders, brushed and shining, and she was wearing a white summery dress with no sleeves and a soft, floaty skirt. She carried an apricot silk wrap, and her skin looked natural and free from make-up. She was…in a word…

Lovely…

Breathtakingly so.

And she looked as if she might, at any moment, burst into tears.

Seth cursed beneath his breath as he realised she’d overheard his conversation with Ming, and the comparison with Rachel. Damn. He’d meant it as a compliment, but it could just as easily have sounded like a put-down to her. Problem was, he couldn’t explain exactly what he’d meant by his ‘chalk and cheese’ statement without embarrassing her in front of Ming, and without casting her best friend in a bad light.

Despite the abrupt and awkward silence, Amy came into the room and flashed a bright smile, clearly determined to carry on as if she’d heard nothing. ‘Has Bella finished her dinner?’

‘She’s eaten every drop,’ Seth told her.

‘Ming, you must be a genius.’ Amy admired the empty bowl elaborately. ‘Bella doesn’t normally eat much in the evenings.’

Ming grinned. ‘Everyone likes my cooking.’

‘You should thank Ming, Bella.’

‘Thank you, Ming,’ the little girl parroted obediently, but her smile was genuine enough to melt the shy cook’s heart.

‘Now drink up your milk because it’s time for bed.’

As soon as the milk was down Amy whisked the child away.

Not once did she look at Seth.

Amy took a deep breath as she walked across the subtly lit veranda, past a table set prettily for two, with a candle under a glass dome and a pink ceramic bowl filled with floating flowers. She found Seth sitting on the top veranda step, staring out into the vast, moony black night.

‘Seth?’

His head whipped around and his gaze was fierce.

She swallowed. ‘Would you mind saying goodnight to Bella?’ Smiling awkwardly, she explained, ‘I’m afraid she won’t settle without a kiss from you.’

‘Sure.’ He stood quickly and looked as uncomfortable as Amy felt.

‘I’ll wait here,’ she said steadily, but she was fighting tears as she watched him go. It was so silly. She was upset on all sorts of levels tonight.

Bella’s demand that Seth be the one to tuck her in had hurt. Amy hated to think she was jealous, but the little girl was falling for Seth fast and hard. She seemed to be totally fascinated by him—utterly trusting, excited and enthralled.

Amy told herself it was because Bella had very little experience of men. Rachel had stopped going out with guys once she’d known she was pregnant, and, of course, Dominic had stayed well out of any scene that had involved Bella.

But now, it was almost as if Bella sensed that Seth was special, and connected to her. It was fanciful to think that the child knew he was her father. But very soon he would want her to know the truth, and, although she was too little to really understand, it would be an important step in cementing their emotional bond.

Leaving her wrap on the veranda railing, Amy leaned against a post and looked out at the inky sky where a silvery half-moon was glowing softly through a gap in the trees. She thought again about the conversation she’d overheard in the kitchen.

It was really silly to be upset about that. She knew very well she was different from Rachel. It was very true they were chalk and cheese. Their differences had kept their friendship in balance. But it was only logical that, if Seth had been madly attracted to cheese, he was unlikely to fall for chalk.

Of course she knew that.

She had never, in her wildest dreams, expected Rachel’s ex to be interested in her. She just wished he hadn’t held her hand this evening, hadn’t made that one slow, deliberate stroke on her skin. She was quite, quite sure she would remember that slide of his thumb for the rest of her life.

But how idiotic was that?

Anyone would think she was a trembling virgin who’d been locked away in a tower for a hundred years and knew absolutely nothing about men. Truth be told, she’d had experience, but she had a terrible habit of picking the wrong kind of guy. Each relationship had ended unhappily.

If she had any brains she’d avoid men completely. How on earth had she allowed this man, this highly unsuitable man, to reduce her to such a pathetic state in such a short space of time?

She was a fool!

At the sound of Seth’s footsteps, she spun around.

‘All quiet on the nursery front,’ he said, smiling.

‘Is Bella asleep?’

‘Just about.’ He came and stood close beside Amy. ‘And judging by the aromas coming from the kitchen, I’d say our dinner’s almost ready.’

‘Something smells amazing. Is it curry?’

‘Seafood curry. One of Ming’s specialties.’

‘Wow. So we’re in for a treat.’

On cue, Ming appeared with a bamboo tray holding a bowl of steaming jasmine rice and a large blue and white covered pot, which he placed in the centre of the table.

‘Thanks, Ming,’ Seth said with the very slightest hint of an amused smile and a courteous dip of his head.

‘Enjoy.’ Ming bestowed them both with an eloquent grin before disappearing discreetly.

Seth pulled out a chair for Amy and, to her dismay, the old-fashioned gesture set her heart speeding again.

She kept her gaze lowered as he sat opposite her and she told herself again to remember that she was the guardian of Bella’s future. That was her role here.

It was time to forget the handholding, the suntan, and the heavenly blue eyes. Seth was her host and she was his guest. No more, no less.

She took a deep breath and smelled their fragrant meal and the scent of frangipani. In the glow of the candlelight, Seth’s shirt gleamed whitely and his throat was a dark shadow above the V of his open collar. She concentrated on safer things—the smooth gleam of silver cutlery, the crisp white napkins and the fine matchstick placemats dyed a deep watermelon pink.

Helping herself to fluffy spoonfuls of the aromatic rice and curry, she made a stab at polite conversation. ‘I have to keep reminding myself that this is a cattle station,’ she said. ‘I feel as if I’m on holidays at a beautiful resort.’

‘Well, this should be a holiday for you. I’m sure you deserve a break,’ Seth said with a smile. ‘But tomorrow I’ll take you and Bella to see the rest of Serenity. You’ll soon see there are plenty of cattle.’

‘How many?’

‘At the moment we have around seven thousand.’

Amy’s eyebrows lifted. ‘More than a few, then.’ Between mouthfuls, she added, ‘This food is sensational.’

‘Ming’s outdone himself tonight.’

Seth looked and sounded amused, which confused her.

‘Do you dine out here alone, when you don’t have guests?’

He shook his head. ‘Hans and Ming often join me here. Sometimes I eat in the kitchen, or over with the stockmen. It varies.’

‘I wish I’d known that. I would have been more than happy for Hans and Ming to have joined us tonight.’

‘What? And spoil their fun?’

Amy frowned.

‘Those guys see so few women,’ Seth explained, gesturing to the candle and the bowl of flowers. ‘Hans adores his garden, and Ming loves his cooking, and they live for the chance to do this kind of thing.’

‘But they probably think—’

‘Relax. I’ve explained our situation to them.’

‘What did you tell them?’

‘That you’re a friend of Rachel’s. That you and Bella are in the north on business. Just passing through.’

Amy nodded, reassured. She wondered if Seth would tell the others about Bella’s relationship to him once she was gone.

As she thought about their departure in a few days’ time, she realised, with a start, how very far away Melbourne felt. Already, it was almost as if she’d lived there in another lifetime.

She looked out into the moonlit garden, to the dark wall of trees beyond, and the twinkling stars peeping above the forest canopy. This alternative reality had already wrapped itself around her senses. Her heart.

‘I love these open verandas,’ she said. ‘They’re such a good idea. Like living in the garden.’

‘The best way to live in the tropics.’

‘But what happens in bad weather? Don’t you have cyclones here?’

‘We have built-in storm shutters that roll down. This whole area can be made completely secure.’

‘That’s clever. Who designed that? Your uncle?’

Seth nodded.

‘Was there a woman involved? It’s all so—so lovely.’

‘No woman. My uncle had a flair for design. He liked to be surrounded by beautiful things.’

A shadow crossed Seth’s face like a cloud over the moon.

Ever so casually, Amy asked, ‘Did Rachel stay here in this house when she was working here?’

Seth blinked and the cloud vanished. His eyes were suddenly bright and alert with more than a hint of wariness. ‘No, Rachel stayed over in the barracks with the other staff.’

‘I see.’ Amy wasn’t sure what to make of that information and she paid careful attention to her food.

‘She also spent some time on one of the islands,’ Seth said.

‘With you?’ Oh, good grief. Amy couldn’t believe she’d asked such a pointed question, but now that it was out she couldn’t take it back.

Seth, however, dodged her question with the practised skill of a politician. ‘She liked to take the dinghy across to Turtle Island on her days off,’ he said. ‘She liked the view to the west, looking back to the mainland, especially at sunset.’

‘I suppose that’s why she called her book Northern Sunsets.’

He lowered his gaze. ‘I dare say.’

She could all too easily imagine Rachel with this highly desirable man, alone on a tropical island, watching the sunset, but the thought made her ridiculously miserable and her throat prickled painfully as she tried to swallow.

‘Let’s not talk about Rachel.’ Seth was watching her carefully. ‘I’m sure the memories must be upsetting for you.’

She nodded.

‘I’d like to hear all about you.’

‘Me?’ Her head shot up and she stared at him. ‘Why?’

As if the answer was obvious, he shrugged. ‘You’re Bella’s guardian.’

‘Oh, right. Yes, of course.’ Why else would Seth be interested in her? He had every right to check out his daughter’s protector.

Tamping down the tiniest spurt of disappointment, Amy wondered where she should start.

‘I know you work in marketing,’ Seth prompted. ‘Does that create difficulties for you with childcare?’

‘I do some of my work from home,’ she said defensively. ‘But not all. Do you have a problem with day care?’

His eyes widened. ‘I know very little about it. If you’re single, I guess you don’t have an option.’

‘That’s right. I don’t have an option, but it’s not a problem. There’s a wonderful day-care centre quite near me, and I have a big, extended family so I have a great back-up team.’

‘Is your family in Melbourne?’

She nodded. ‘I have two older brothers, both married with kids. And my parents, of course. Aunts, uncles. We have tons of family gatherings—Christmas, birthdays, Easter, Mother’s Day. You name it, we celebrate. Any excuse for a Ross family get-together.’

‘Sounds like fun,’ Seth said, but a tight note had crept into his voice.

Sensitive to his distinct lack of family, Amy took her enthusiasm down a notch. ‘Most of our gatherings are fun. But big families can be claustrophobic at times.’

‘How does your family feel about Bella?’

Was this a trick question? ‘They adore her, of course.’

‘Of course.’ Seth’s face was grim as he speared a piece of fish with his fork. ‘And what about your boyfriend?’

Amy tried to keep her tone casual. ‘What boyfriend?’

Seth’s gaze locked with hers. ‘There’s got to be a boyfriend. A girl like you must have a host of admirers.’

She almost choked. ‘I don’t have anyone at the moment. There was someone, but it—it didn’t work out.’

It was weird how quickly Dominic had faded from her thoughts. Did it mean she was shallow that, after two months of living with Bella, she rarely thought about him? Now, in Seth’s company, she didn’t want to think about Dominic at all.

In the glow of the flickering candle, Seth’s eyes had turned such a deep blue she feared she might drown in them.

‘If there’s no boyfriend,’ he said softly, ‘why are you blushing?’

Because of the way you’re looking at me.

‘Amy?’

She chewed nervously at her lower lip, unwilling to admit to Bella’s father the exact reason that had prompted Dominic’s departure. If he knew Bella was involved he might try to persuade her to leave his daughter here.

‘Did this man break your heart?’

‘Is that any of your business?’

‘I thought we were having an adult conversation.’

‘Yes, we are.’ She let out an impatient huff.

‘Did he?’

‘Break my heart? No. I—I don’t think so.’

‘You don’t think so?’ Seth skewered her with a searching, no-holds-barred gaze. ‘That isn’t possible. If your heart was broken you’d know about it.’

‘You sound as if you’re speaking from experience.’

He shrugged, but didn’t answer, and she realised with a sharp pang that it was true. Seth had been hurt badly and he still carried the scars.

With her eyes on the bowl of floating flowers, she forced herself to ask, ‘Was it Rachel? Did she break your heart?’

‘No, not Rachel. It was years ago—long before she came here.’

Puzzled, Amy looked up, but he smiled at her with a surprisingly gentle look that sent her pulse spiralling helplessly. At the same moment she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and she turned to see Bella in her green and white pyjamas, coming towards them across the veranda.

‘Baby.’ Amy jumped to her feet. ‘What are you doing out here?’

‘I waked up.’

Hurrying to the little girl, Amy scooped her up quickly and hugged her close. She smelled warm and sleepy, and she was rubbing at her eyes with one fist while she clutched her pink pig with the other.

‘You didn’t kiss me goodnight,’ Bella said with a hint of bossiness.

Aware that Seth was watching them, Amy tried to be stern. ‘But you sent me to find Seth. You wanted him to kiss you.’

‘Want you, too,’ Bella said, sticking out her bottom lip stubbornly.

‘If I take you back to bed now and give you a kiss, you must promise to go straight back to sleep.’

‘Sef, too.’

‘But you’ve already had a goodnight kiss from Seth.’

Bella looked mutinous ‘Sef, too.’

Amy sent a helpless glance back to Seth, and saw that he was already on his feet.

‘It’s OK,’ he said, coming towards them with a slow, easy smile. ‘I can give Bella two kisses in one night.’

‘Well, yes. Of course.’ Amy hoped she didn’t sound flustered.

He followed her to the bedroom, and she was far too aware of his presence as she turned on the lamp, and rearranged Bella’s toys around her pillow, then helped the little girl into bed and retucked the sheets.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she gave Bella’s soft cheek a kiss. ‘Night, night.’ Gave her another hug. ‘Don’t let the bed bugs bite.’

She stood and shuffled in the narrow space between the twin beds to make room for Seth, who suddenly seemed enormously tall and broad shouldered. And excessively male.

Bella’s eyes shone as he perched on the bed beside her and she grinned with delight as he kissed her.

‘Goodnight, possum.’ Gently, he tucked a strand of hair from her face. ‘Now close your eyes.’

Bella obeyed.

‘Sleep tight.’

As Seth stood up in the confined space his shoulder bumped Amy’s arm and heat flashed through her like a skyrocket taking off.

She struggled to sound calm as she spoke to Bella. ‘I’m going to leave the lamp on for ten minutes, and you must go to sleep.’

Before the little girl could think up another reason to delay her, she turned and left the room, and Seth followed.

Outside, beyond the bedroom’s closed door, she sent him a nervous smile. ‘I do hope she actually nods off this time.’

‘She’s not used to this house yet,’ he said smoothly.

Amy knew this was true, but his indulgent attitude surprised her.

‘She’s used to sleeping in strange beds,’ she said, and then, to her annoyance, she blushed again.

Seth’s eyes sparkled with poorly concealed amusement.

‘What’s so funny?’ she snapped.

‘I was thinking—’ He paused, looking at her, and the light in his eyes made her chest squeeze tight. ‘I was thinking that it wouldn’t be fair if Bella gets all the kisses.’

Amy stopped breathing, and Seth took a step closer.