thoughts, and already she was letting her insecurities get the better of her. She had to stomp on them. Quickly.
Joey loved her. Erin knew that. She must never doubt it for a moment. They had a wonderful relationship full of love and easygoing warmth and companionship and fun.
Luke, she realised, was watching her again, but this time he’d schooled his features so there was no unsettling flicker and no chilling contempt. His gaze was devoid of emotion as he opened the car’s back door for them.
‘I’ve booked you into a hotel in Woolloomooloo, near the harbour,’ he said as he closed the door, and then he slipped into the driver’s seat and started the car.
It was late afternoon and the peak-hour rush had begun. Heavy, dull winter skies loomed. At home it was summer but down here in Sydney the people on the pavements were bundled inside coats and scarves and hurrying, as if eager to reach home and warmth. The threat of rain hovered, and in this dull light the city, famous for its bright and pretty harbour, looked unwelcoming.
But nothing could cloud Joey’s happiness. From the back seat he leaned forward, straining against his seat belt so he could watch Luke.
Erin closed her eyes and let her head sink back against the luxuriously soft dove-grey leather upholstery. She felt exhausted, exhausted by the whole process of getting here, by the tension of it all, and the long flight followed by the tedious process of collecting their baggage, of making their way through Security, through Immigration and Customs.
Then the ordeal of seeing Luke again.
Oh, God. Without warning her mind flashed back to the last time she’d seen Luke, the day she’d left Warrapinya with Joey screaming in her arms.
It had been horrendous, the very worst thing she’d ever experienced. She’d relived it in her dreams a hundred times and each time she woke to find herself shaking and in tears. Even now she was falling apart just remembering.
She’d stood on the homestead veranda at the top of the front stairs, with her bags packed and tears streaming down her face, waiting for Nails, the Aboriginal odd-job man, who was going to drive her to the nearest airport at Cloncurry.
But, before Nails had arrived, Luke had appeared out of nowhere, charging up on a galloping horse and bearing an enormous bouquet of Outback flowers—golden wattle, red grevillea and purple wildflowers.
‘What’s going on?’ he’d roared when he saw her suitcases.
Over Joey’s cries she’d called back, ‘I can’t take any more of this place. I’m leaving you, Luke. Joey’s sick and you’ve been gone for days and I’ve had enough.’
Luke had leapt from his horse. ‘What’s the matter with Joey?’
‘I don’t know. He just cries all the time and he won’t feed.’
‘I’ll come with you. We’ll take him to the doctor.’
‘No, you don’t understand. It’s too late for you to try to help me now. It’s over, Luke. I’ve had as much as I can take of this place. I’m going home and I’m taking Joey.’
At the time it hadn’t felt like selfishness. She’d been on her own so much and she’d been so distraught about Joey. She’d been a nervous first-time mother and her baby had cried all the time, but the Flying Doctors hadn’t considered her situation an emergency and her husband never seemed to be around. She’d felt she had no one to turn to.
Luke had been stunned. Unable to speak, he’d shoved the flowers at her. ‘But I picked these for you.’
A tremendous heartbroken howl broke from her then as she swiped at his bouquet, making the colourful flowers spill from his hand and tumble down the steps. She’d been hysterical, she realised now, looking back.
‘It’s too late for flowers. There’s no point.’
‘But you can’t leave.’ The horror in Luke’s eyes had almost made her weaken. ‘I don’t understand.’
‘Of course you don’t understand. That’s because you’re never here. All I needed was a little support from you, Luke, but you just make a joke whenever I tell you how worried I am. And you’ve abandoned me here for weeks at a time. You’re always off caring for your cattle. You’ve been gone all week, pulling cows out of bogs. Well, I’m bogged down here, but I’m getting myself out. I’m getting proper care for Joey and I’m not coming back.’
Nails drove up in the ute at that moment. Clutching Joey tightly, Erin fled down the steps and jumped into the front seat and locked the door.
There was been a terrible moment when Nails leaned out of the driver’s window. ‘You want to drive the missus into town, Boss?’
‘No!’ Erin cried. ‘I don’t want him, Nails. Come on, let’s go.’
But Luke wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. ‘Hand over the keys, Nails. I’m taking my son to the doctor.’
Erin actually thought Luke might wrench the door open. ‘You’re too late!’ she cried. ‘Even if you follow me, you can’t make me come back. I won’t stay here.’
Luke glared at her, his eyes almost black with rage and despair. Jerking her head to the front, she stared ahead of her at the dusty track. ‘Start the ute, Nails.’
And then Luke gave in suddenly. He threw her bags into the back of the vehicle and they landed with a heavy thump-thump. Completely bewildered, Nails shrugged, then depressed the accelerator and they left.
She would never forget the harrowing sound of Luke’s angry voice shouting after them…
‘Mommy, what’s the matter?’
Joey was leaning forward, staring at her, and she realised that tears were streaming down her face. She forced a smile. ‘It’s nothing, Joey. I’m okay.’
‘Don’t you like Dad’s car?’
‘Yes, yes, it’s fine. Your dad’s a very good driver. I’m just a little tired.’ She dug in her pocket for a tissue and wiped her eyes.
If only she could fast-forward the next twenty-four hours. She wanted to get this meeting and all that it involved behind her, and then she would be free to go off on her own holiday down under, and she would have nothing more to do with Luke Manning till August.
CHAPTER TWO
THE hotel Luke had booked for them was the height of luxury, much more upmarket than the hotels he’d been able to afford when he and Erin had been married. Overlooking one of the most scenic bays in Sydney Harbour, it was reminiscent of a grand nineteenth century home and furnished with beautiful antiques, oil paintings and fine tapestries.
Erin and Joey had a whole suite, with a sitting room, two separate bedrooms, glamorous bathrooms and French windows opening on to balconies with views across the water.
Joey was round-eyed with delight. ‘Wow!’ he shouted, running to the balcony to admire the busy spectacle of ships and ferries and sailing boats. ‘This place is awesome, Dad.’
‘Where
