his brain and was deep in conversation with the lovely Juliet. Nick had to agree there was something about the woman that made you want to know her. She was certainly beautiful, but not in a slap-you-in-the-face, obvious, movie star kind of way. It was gentle and warm but no less appealing for its softness.
Nick took the drinks over to Juliet’s table.
‘Here we go.’ He sat for a few moments before seeing a neighbour he urgently needed to talk to and left them alone.
‘Your brother is very tactful,’ Juliet observed.
‘Yeah, he’s all right.’
Having not only learned her name, as he’d promised himself he would, Pete was also successful in persuading Juliet to change her itinerary and stay in town for a few extra days. He was up to his ears in debt to Nick for all the jobs his brother covered him for on the station whilst he showed his new love around. Juliet had been working in Adelaide for six months after leaving a job she hated in London and had taken some time off to see a little more of the expanse outside the city.
‘I just decided to leave,’ she told Pete when he asked how she had ended up temping in Adelaide. ‘I was in London, working at a job I didn’t like and I’d had enough. It was cold and it was raining so I went onto the internet, thought of somewhere sunny, and booked a flight out here.’
They were sitting on a blanket underneath a clear night sky. Juliet shifted a little and gazed up at the stars now showing themselves. ‘Of course, it gave my sister a complete panic attack. She’s so much more organised than me, and likes to plan everything as much as possible. We’re so different in some ways but very similar in others. Does that make sense?’
‘Sure. Sounds a bit like me and Nick.’ Pete nodded. ‘So, what does your sister do?’
‘She’s a model. It all seems to be going very well, although it’s rather a weird choice for her really, as she’s quite shy. It certainly wasn’t a career she’d ever thought about taking up but she’s doing great! She has this “something”… I don’t have it, I don’t know, a sort of serenity almost. They love that. Oh, that and the fact that she’s achingly beautiful!’ Juliet laughed. There was no jealousy in Juliet’s tone, only pride.
‘Do you see her much?’
‘Yes. Quite a lot. Well, until I came out here that is, but she managed to visit me a couple of months ago after she did a shoot in Bali.’
‘Nice work if you can get it.’
Juliet laughed. ‘Yes! We text and call and email all the time, but I do miss her dreadfully. I worry about her too. She’s nowhere near as tough as she likes people to think she is.’
‘What about your parents? Do they worry as much as you do?’ Pete asked, watching Juliet, and falling further and further in love with every word she spoke.
A shadow flitted across her expression before she answered. ‘They passed away. Quite a while ago now.’
Pete pulled himself up. ‘God, I’m sorry, Juliet. I didn’t—’
‘It’s all right.’ Juliet touched his arm and then let her hand rest there. Pete covered it gently with his own. ‘We weren’t close. It was a few years ago now. My parents did everything together, went everywhere together. My mother was diagnosed with cancer and passed away nine weeks later. It was all a bit sudden. Six months later we buried Dad. He just sort of faded away.’
Pete put his arm around Juliet as they sat watching the stars glisten in the clear sky. She snuggled into his warmth. ‘My father was a diplomat, and they travelled a lot. I was a novelty, and Hero was … I don’t know. They took so little interest in her, I couldn’t help but wonder why they had her at all sometimes.
‘It was heartbreaking to watch her try to please them … but she never seemed to be able to. It made me so mad. I’d look at her sometimes and there was such confusion written on her face. I know it certainly affected her confidence.’
‘But being a model must make her pretty confident?’
Juliet raised an eyebrow. ‘Looks can be deceiving. But yes, she’s better these days. She has a couple of very good friends. And she has me.’
‘So, there’s just the two of you?’
‘Yes.’
‘What did you say her name was?’
‘Hero.’
Pete paused. ‘Your parents really liked Shakespeare, didn’t they?’
Juliet laughed. ‘Yes.’
‘So she made it through school with that name?’
‘We went to quite a posh school. Unusual names were par for the course.’
Pete nodded.
Juliet continued, ‘Actually, it’s been useful with her chosen career.’
‘Easy to remember.’
‘Hard to forget a Hero!’ Juliet laughed.
‘So why Australia, apart from the fact it was somewhere sunny? Or was that our sole attraction?’
‘My father was Australian. Hero and I both have dual citizenship. We were born here but left young to be educated in England whilst my parents had various postings all over the world. I’ve not been back so I thought it was about time I spent some time out here myself.’
Pete sat up. Juliet followed and touched his arm.
‘Pete? Are you all right?’
‘Would you consider spending some more time out here?’
‘I don’t really know. I’d planned on staying about a year and then seeing—’
‘I mean out here.’ Pete waved an arm to take in the Websters’ land. ‘I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea, being a bit remote like this but …’
Juliet shifted position on the rug. ‘What exactly are you saying?’
‘Juliet, will you marry me?’ He paused, and then made to push away. ‘What was I thinking? I should have done all this properly. You’re not just some—’
‘Yes!’
‘What?’
‘Yes!’ Juliet laughed, catching his hand, and holding it up to her face. ‘I will marry you.’
Pete felt his legs give way and flopped back onto the rug from the kneeling position he’d been in. He landed on his backside, and Juliet grinned, moving across the rug and plopping herself down on his lap.
‘You seem surprised.’
‘I am a bit.’
‘At me saying yes, or the fact that you asked me?’
‘Both. I think.’
Her
