he glanced at her again she tried another smile. ‘Do you have a wife?’
Her soft question slammed into him with more force than it had any right to. She needn’t look to him for that either!
He glanced into her hopeful face and despite his best intentions desire fired along his nerve-endings, quickening his blood, reminding him of everything he’d turned his back on. Now that she stood directly in front of him, rather than perched up in his clothes-line or on her knees with her face buried in Molly’s fur, he could see the gold flecks inside the melt-in-your-mouth chocolate of her iris. That didn’t look too mousy.
Get a grip! Whatever the colour of her eyes, it didn’t change the fact she wasn’t the kind of woman he went for. He’d been stuck up this hill too long. He liked tall, curvy blondes who were out for a good time and nothing more. Josephine Peterson wasn’t tall, curvy or blonde. And she looked too earnest for the kind of no-strings affairs he occasionally indulged in.
She continued to gaze at him hopefully. ‘No,’ he bit out. ‘I don’t have a wife.’ And he had no intention of landing himself with one either. The sooner this woman realised that the better.
Rather than light up with interest, with calculation, her face fell. Kent did a double take.
‘That’s a shame. It would’ve been nice to have a woman around to talk to.’
He’d have laughed out loud at his mistake only he’d lost his funny bone.
‘Is there anyone else here besides you?’
‘No.’ He snapped the word out. ‘I’ll get the key to your cabin.’
She blinked at his abruptness. ‘Which one is mine?’
‘They’re all empty.’ He strode around to the back of his house. She had to run to keep up with him. With a supreme effort he slowed his stride. ‘You can have your pick.’
‘I’ll take that one.’
She pointed to the nearest cabin and Kent found himself biting back another oath. Damn and blast. Why hadn’t he put her in the furthest one and been done with it? He disappeared inside, seized the key then strode back outside and thrust it at her.
‘Thank…thank you. Umm…’ She shuffled from one foot to the other. ‘Does the cabin have a phone?’
His lip curled. He despised city folk. They came here mouthing clichés proclaiming they wanted to get away from it all, get back to nature, but all hell broke loose when they discovered they had to do without their little luxuries. It made him sick.
Granted, though, Josephine Peterson looked as though she wanted to be at Eagle Reach about as much as he wanted her here. Her earlier words came back to him and a laugh scraped out of his throat. ‘This is the end of the earth, remember? What do you think?’
She eyed him warily. The gold in her eyes glittered. ‘I’m guessing that’s a no.’
‘You’re guessing right.’
She wouldn’t last a month. At this rate she’d be lucky to last two days. What on earth had possessed her to book a cabin for four whole weeks? The advertisement he’d placed in the local tourism rag made no false promises. It sure as hell wasn’t the kind of advert designed to attract the attention of the likes of her.
‘Look, Ms Peterson, this obviously isn’t your cup of tea. Why don’t you go on into Gloucester? It’s only half an hour further on. You’ll find accommodation more suited to your tastes there.’ Behind his back he crossed his fingers. ‘I’ll even return your deposit.’
‘Please, call me Josie.’
She paused as if waiting for him to return the favour and tell her to call him Kent, but he had no intention of making any friendly overtures. He wanted her out of here.
When he remained silent, she sighed. ‘I have to stay. My brothers organised all this as a treat.’
He recalled her rant whilst she’d clung to his clothes-line. Marty and Frank, wasn’t it? His eyes narrowed. ‘Are they practical jokers?’
‘Heavens, no.’ For a moment she looked as if she might laugh. It faded quickly. ‘Which is why I have to stay. I wouldn’t hurt their feelings for the world. And they would be hurt if they found out I’d stayed somewhere else.’
Fabulous.
She smiled then. He recognised the effort behind it, and its simple courage did strange things to his insides. He wanted to resist it. Instinct warned him against befriending this woman.
‘Is Gloucester where I’ll find the nearest phone? It’s just…I’m not getting a signal on my mobile.’
Which was one of the reasons he loved this hill.
‘And I’d really like to check on my neighbour, Mrs Pengilly.’
For a mouse she could sure make him feel like a heel. ‘There’s a phone in there.’ He hitched his head in the direction of the house.
Josie’s face lit up. ‘May I…?’
‘It’s in the kitchen.’
She raced inside as if afraid he’d take his offer back. He collapsed onto the top step, shoulders sagging, and tried not to overhear her conversation, tried not to hear how she assured whoever answered the phone that the Gloucester Valley was beautiful, that the view from her cabin was glorious, that her cabin was wonderful.
He leapt up and started to pace. Two out of three wasn’t bad. The Gloucester Valley was beautiful, and her view was glorious. He had a feeling she’d give up both for the wonderful cabin.
He blinked when she reappeared moments later. He’d expected her to be on the phone for hours. It was what women did, wasn’t it?
She tripped down the back steps. ‘Thank you, I…’ She made as if to clasp his arm then stepped back as though she’d thought better of it. ‘Thank you.’
His pulse quickened. ‘How’s your Mrs Pengilly?’
He couldn’t believe he’d asked. Maybe it was time he had a holiday.
A smile lit her face. ‘Her son Jacob came down from Brisbane and he says she’s going to be OK. Apparently she has late-onset diabetes.’
‘Once they’ve stabilised her blood sugar and organised her medication she’ll be fine.’ The words rolled out of him with an ease that was disconcerting.
‘Yes.’ The gold of her eyes glittered with curiosity. ‘You sound like you know all about it.’
‘I do.’ But he wasn’t volunteering any more information. He’d already given enough away. He reached across and plucked the key from her fingers. ‘Let’s get you settled.’
To Josie, Kent’s words sounded more like ‘Let’s get you out of my hair’. Nope, not a friendly bone in his body.
He did have a nice body, though—broad-shouldered, lean-hipped, athletic. And
