more did she need?
LIKE EVERYONE ELSE at Kerry Creek, Brody had worked the station from the time he’d been able to walk. He’d started in the garden with his mother, then moved to the stables and on to working with the stock as soon as he could ride. But he’d spent most of his teen years in the city, and once he’d signed his first pro contract, he’d made only occasional visits to Queensland, stopping in before a holiday spent surfing or diving on the Great Barrier Reef.
His brothers teased him, insisting that city life had made him soft. Maybe it had. But now that he was living on the station again, it was all coming back to him. He’d spent the afternoon repairing fences with the newest jackaroo, a kid named Davey Thompson, who’d wandered in a few months before to join his older brother, Skip, on the station.
Davey had kept up a constant stream of chatter, moving from women to music to cars and back again. One thing was quite clear. He was glad to have moved up in the pecking order, his stable job handed off to Payton, who was now the lowest in seniority.
“That new girl, she’s a pretty sheila,” he said as he picked up a roll of barbed wire. “She has nice hair. All long and curly.”
“You just steer clear of her,” Brody warned.
“What? She’s your girl?”
“As far as you’re concerned, yes,” Brody said. “She’s my girl.”
“No worries,” Davey replied with a grin. “But does she have a sister? If she does, I wouldn’t mind an introduction.”
They worked until sunset, hauling their gear with quad bikes rather than on horseback. Since his father had left the station to join his mother in Sydney four years ago, Callum had taken steps to modernize the operation and his ideas had made the work at least a bit more enjoyable.
Brody and Davey unloaded the gear from the ATVs, then headed to the big house for dinner. Mary fed everyone at the large table in the kitchen, preparing the heartiest meal at the end of the workday. Brody took time to wash up at the outdoor sink before going inside.
He’d expected to see Payton there, waiting for him, but she wasn’t seated at the table. The other new arrival was the genealogist from Ireland. He’d expected some gray-haired lady with sensible shoes and little reading glasses perched on her nose. Instead, he found himself smiling at a woman almost as beautiful as Payton.
“Gemma Moynihan,” she said in a lilting Irish accent. “And you must be Brody. I can see the family resemblance.”
“Gemma,” Brody repeated. He glanced over at his brother Callum, only to find him staring at them both, a tense expression on his face. It was easy to see why Cal had been on edge. His oldest brother had always been obsessed with the station. But the choice to work or to spend time with Gemma the genealogist was probably causing him to seriously question his work ethic.
“Have you met Payton?” Brody asked, suppressing a grin.
“Yes, I have,” Gemma said.
“Is she coming in to eat?”
“I don’t know. She was lying in her bunk when I left. She looked knackered.”
“Maybe I should take her something,” Brody suggested, stepping away from the table.
This brought amused glances from the rest of the stockmen, but Brody didn’t care. He grabbed a plate and loaded it with beef and potatoes, covering the entire meal with a portion of gravy. Grabbing utensils and a couple of beers, he headed out to the ladies’ bunkhouse.
He found Payton curled up on her bunk sound asleep. He set the meal on the floor beside the bed, then pulled up a chair, straddling it. Reaching out, Brody brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. Her lashes fluttered and she gazed up at him.
“Morning,” he said.
Payton pushed up on her elbow looking worried. “Is it morning already?”
He laughed. “No. I brought you some dinner. Are you all right?”
She sat up, wincing as she moved. “Yes. I’m fine. I’m just not used to shoveling horse poop for four hours.” She groaned, rubbing her shoulder. “I was just going to lie down for a minute, and I must have fallen asleep.”
“Come here,” Brody said, swinging the chair around and patting the seat.
When she was seated, he handed her the plate, then stepped behind her and began to massage her sore shoulders. “Oh, that’s nice,” she said, tipping her head back and closing her eyes. Her silky curls fell across his hands. “Right there.”
He rubbed a little harder at her nape, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “Here?”
“Mmm,” she said.
“Eat your dinner before it gets cold.”
She glanced down at the plate, then scooped up a forkful of beef and potatoes. “This is good,” she said as she chewed. “I didn’t realize how hungry I was. Don’t you want some?”
“You eat,” he said. “I’ll go back and get another plate.”
She reached down and grabbed a bottle of beer, then attempted to twist off the cap. When she couldn’t, she handed it to him. “What did you do today?”
“Repaired fences,” Brody said.
“What time does work start in the morning?”
“The stockmen are usually up at dawn. But you could probably sleep later, if you like. The stables aren’t going anywhere.”
“No, I’ll get up with everyone else.”
“I don’t reckon Cal expects you to put in stockman’s hours.”
“What else is there to do except work and eat and sleep?” Payton asked.
Brody bent over her shoulder and sent her a devilish grin. “I can think of a few things,” he whispered.
She filled a fork with food, then held it up to him, and he took a bite of her dinner. “Other than that, what do you do with your free time?”
“We’re five hours from the nearest movie theater in Brisbane, but we’ve got DVDs to watch. Cal favors westerns, I like gangster movies and Teague prefers sciencefiction.” He paused. “We’ve got a pool,” he added. “Sometimes we go swimming when the weather is warm.”
“I didn’t see a pool.”
“It’s not a swimming pool, more like a watering hole. And Cal put in a hot tub out back. That’s nice now that the nights are a bit cooler.”
“Oh, that sounds like heaven,” she said.
“Finish your supper and we’ll go for a dip.”
“I don’t have a swimsuit.”
“You won’t need one,” Brody said.
“I’m sure that will create a good impression,”
