are you doing?’ she asked.
Jake took the sponge from her hand, watching as her eyes flared when his fingers brushed against hers. ‘Stand back,’ he said with a lopsided smile. ‘This is no job for a lady.’
‘I’m not sure what gives you the impression I’m completely rubbish at taking care of the simplest tasks,’ she said, bristling like a pedigree Persian cat in front of a scruffy mongrel dog. ‘But I’ll have you know I can wash a car all by myself.’
Jake moved past her stiff little body to soap up the bonnet of the car. ‘It won’t take a minute,’ he said. ‘You’re too short to reach the roof in any case.’
She stood back with her arms folded crossly, her plump mouth pushed forward in a pout. ‘That’s why I was using the hose,’ she said, shooting him a look.
‘Yeah, well, don’t blame the drought on me,’ Jake said, bending over to re-soap the sponge. ‘I suppose you don’t have to wash cars in England.’
‘Why do you say that?’ she asked.
‘Doesn’t it rain all the time?’ he asked as he cleaned the rooftop of the car.
‘Not all the time,’ she said, with a hint of defensiveness.
A little silence passed.
‘Have you been to Britain?’ she asked.
Jake squatted down to soap up the rim of the nearest tyre. He thought of the ticket to London he’d had to cancel when he’d found out about Rosie’s pregnancy. He’d only planned to go for a couple of months the year after he’d finished medical school. He’d organised for Robbie to stay with a reliable family and the girls with friends. He had counted the days until his first real holiday free of responsibility. But when Rosie had tearfully confessed her predicament he had cancelled his trip and had never got around to booking another.
‘It’s on my list of things to do.’
‘Have you been to Europe?’
‘Not yet.’
‘Why not?’ she asked. ‘I thought a man like you would have gone far and wide to sow your wild oats.’
Jake straightened and tossed the sponge in the bucket like a basketball player landing a game-winning shot. ‘It hasn’t been a priority,’ he said. ‘Australia’s plenty big enough and exciting enough for me.’
‘That’s rather parochial of you, don’t you think?’ she said.
He shrugged. ‘I figure there’ll be plenty of time for me to travel the world when I get other stuff out of the way.’
‘What other stuff?’ she asked. ‘Career stuff? Surely it’s in your interests career-wise to have lived and worked overseas as so many of your colleagues do?’
Jake emptied the bucket and rinsed out the sponge at the tap. ‘Is that why you’re here?’ he asked, glancing at her over his shoulder. ‘To further your career?’
Her eyes moved out of range of his. ‘Of course it is.’
He picked up the bucket of rinsing water. ‘Three months isn’t very long,’ he said as he set to work on the car again.
‘It’s long enough.’
‘To further your career or mend a broken heart?’
The air stiffened in silence.
‘I haven’t got a broken heart,’ she said.
Jake looked at her over the top of the car. ‘Looks like it to me.’
She straightened her slumped shoulders and sent him one of her Jane Austen looks. ‘And I suppose you know all the signs because you’ve broken so many female hearts yourself,’ she said.
‘I haven’t broken any just lately,’ he said. ‘Anyway, it’s not something I set out to do deliberately.’
She gave a little laugh that was not even a distant cousin to humour. ‘I’m sure you don’t,’ she said, kicking at one of the tyres with her foot. ‘My ex claimed he didn’t do it on purpose, either.’
‘How long were you together?’ Jake asked.
She let out a long sigh before she faced him. ‘For ever.’
He came back around to her side and leaned against the car. ‘Want to talk about it?’
Her eyes skittered away from his. ‘Not particularly.’
‘I take it he found someone else?’ Jake said.
Her gaze was glazed with bitterness, like a coating of shellac. ‘My best friend.’
‘Ouch,’ he said, wincing in empathy. ‘That would’ve hurt.’
‘It did.’ She bit her lip until the blood drained away. ‘It does…’
Jake hardly realised he had moved away from the car and put a hand on the top of her slim shoulder until he felt the lightning strike shock of the contact run up his arm from the cup of his palm.
Her eyes met his and locked.
Electricity zapped and fired.
Desire roared through his veins like a runaway freight train. He could see the answering flare in her grey gaze. He felt the gentle shudder of her flesh beneath his hand. He stood mesmerised as the tip of her tongue snaked out and brushed over her soft lips in a single heartbeat of time that seemed immeasurable.
He lowered his head fraction by fraction, frame by frame, like a film being played in slow motion. The stop signals and flashing red lights in the rational side of his brain were overruled by the need to taste the sweet pillow of her mouth, to press against those soft contours and forget about everything but the sensual energy that flowed in a spine-tingling current between them.
He cupped his other palm against the soft satiny curve of her cheek, watching as her serious smoky grey eyes registered the contact with a dilation of her pupils.
Her lips parted slightly, her vanilla-scented breath tantalising him as he came even closer.
The dark fan of her eyelashes lowered over her eyes, but just as he was about to make contact her eyes suddenly sprang open and she stumbled backwards out of his light hold.
‘I’m sorry,’ she said, blushing furiously. ‘I can’t do this.’
Jake gave a casual whatever shrug and put his hands out of temptation’s way in the pockets of his shorts. ‘No problem,’ he said.
She pressed her lips together tightly for a moment, actively avoiding his gaze. ‘I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about me…’
‘My bad,’ Jake said. ‘I overstepped the line. Blame my sister Rosie.’
She cautiously met his gaze. ‘Your…sister?’
