Harry St Clair: Rogue or Doctor?. Fiona McArthur

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gran, vaguely aware she hadn’t paid much attention to him for the last hard few weeks, and when she had come back for the comfort he’d promised—he’d been gone, along with her money. Not that she’d cared about that at that point.

      ‘And it’s the most expensive coffee in the world.’

      Well, she couldn’t afford that. Bonnie zoned in again and followed Wayan through the overhanging forest, listening as he identified coffee in various stages, tree types and fruit, aware of Harry at her shoulder not saying anything.

      Finally they came to the cage where the luwak slept, incarcerated. Bonnie looked at Harry and whispered, ‘What the heck is a luwak?’ Harry gestured to Wayan and smiled and she tried to catch up.

      ‘We leave them for one day in the cage,’ Wayan told them, ‘and then set them free again. It is only so you can see the actual animal. Asian palm civets—also known as luwaks here—normally sleep and hide at the time people visit the plantation.’

      They all stared into the dark cage and tried to see the small furry animal, which looked a little like a cat-faced possum or smaller mongoose.

      She whispered to Harry, ‘I don’t get it. How does it make coffee?’

      He tilted his head and studied her genuine bafflement. A slow smile curved his lips. ‘You weren’t listening.’

      ‘I might have missed a bit.’ She shrugged.

      Harry tilted his head and she could feel his scrutiny. Could feel the heat in her cheeks at his amusement. He was laughing at her—not with her—and she didn’t like it.

      ‘He’s been talking about it for the last ten minutes.’

      ‘So?’ She held out her hands, frustrated by his teasing. ‘Tell me now.’

      Harry grinned. ‘Luwaks are an alternative to conventional coffee processing. They process the beans internally.’ He grinned again as she shrugged and shook her head, obviously not getting it. ‘You don’t pick the beans off the trees—you follow the luwaks around with a shovel.’

      ‘They poo it?’ Bonnie blinked. ‘You’re kidding me?’

      Harry laughed out loud and suddenly the rapport between them was back in full force. ‘I kid you not.’

      He patted her shoulder. ‘You get to try some soon. Luwaks only choose to eat the very best coffee beans, and they have a great internal processing unit that still leaves the coffee bean whole when they’re.’ he paused and grinned again ‘… finished with it.’

      Bonnie shook her head. ‘No way.’ When had they discussed this? Had Wayan said that in the bus? How would this be the most expensive coffee in the world?

      ‘They wash the beans,’ Harry said blandly, but she could see the unholy amusement in his eyes. Just looking at him made her smile and boosted her fragile self-esteem that Jeremy had injured so badly. That was the point when she should have run away.

      Bonnie screwed up her face and Harry laughed out loud. ‘Double dare you.’

      Drink second-hand coffee beans? ‘I don’t think so.’

      ‘In the States it sells for more than a hundred bucks a pound. Not something you’ll have a lot of chance to try again.’

      True. But who’d want to? She followed Harry through to the coffee tables, where the rest of the group were ordering their coffee, and before she knew it she was sitting beside Harry with a steaming cup of black brew in front of her.

      And everyone else seemed to be tasting it. Ew.

      She looked around again and the Portuguese girls were chatting up the chefs as they sipped, and everyone still looked happy with their experience.

      She was the only one not drinking. Even Harry had his cup.

      Bonnie took a cautious sip. ‘It tastes a bit like mocha.’

      Harry raised his eyebrows. ‘Is that what that is?’

      He could tease. She put her cup down. ‘Well, at least I tried it.’

      Harry gave up his short-lived attempt to keep his distance with her. She delighted him with her honesty. She couldn’t hide a single thought with those straightforward eyes of hers. Talk about windows to the soul. They telegraphed every thought and emotion like a green neon sign. Scary, and despite her antsy, prickly little exterior he could feel the need to protect her from the world like a growing seed inside him.

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