dogs dig under the fencing—they’ll back into the van. The noise they make clattering up the ramp is enough to wake us and we’ll be out here in minutes, but we’re not worried. We seldom have problems.’
The camels didn’t look worried, Mathew thought, as he saw the great beasts greet Allie with what looked almost like affection. Even though he carried the feed bucket, it was Allie they headed for.
She greeted each of them in turn, scratching ears, slapping sides, and as one tried to nuzzle her neck she reached up and hugged him.
‘Pharaoh’s a softie,’ she told him. ‘He’s the oldest. His cough’s getting better. I think we might let him work tomorrow.’
‘It won’t be too strenuous?’ He thought back, remembering the clowns slipping and sliding from the camels’ backs.
‘They love it,’ she said simply. ‘These guys are designed to trudge through the desert, going without water for days at a time. I’ll take them for a decent workout in the morning, but without the circus work they’re bored. If they can’t work …’ She faltered. ‘I’m going to have to find them a desert to roam.’
‘On accountancy wages?’
‘That’s not your problem,’ she said again, and grabbed the feed bucket and sloshed it into the trough with something like violence.
‘We might be able to find you an accountancy position within the bank.’
He’d said it without thinking. He’d said it because … she seemed bereft. Alone. She seemed a slip of a girl with the weight of the circus on her shoulders.
He shouldn’t have said it, and he knew it the moment the words were out of his mouth.
She didn’t look at him, but she straightened and looked beyond the circus grounds, to the foreshore where the moon glimmered over the distant sea.
He saw her shoulders brace, just a little, as if she was preparing herself for what lay ahead.
‘Thank you,’ she said in a cool, polite voice that had nothing to do with the Allie he was beginning to know. ‘But I have Gran and Grandpa, and my two great-uncles—Fizz and Fluffy are really Harold and Frank and they’re Gran’s brothers. How can I leave them? I can’t. Between us we have two dogs, three camels and three ponies. So … an apartment within commuting distance of Bond’s Bank … Sydney, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, but …’
‘There you go, then. Impossible.’
‘Allie …’ He was supposed to be the stand-back, dispassionate banker here. Bankers didn’t get involved—had his grandfather taught him nothing? But right now …
He couldn’t bear it. He felt so responsible he felt ill.
He put a hand on her shoulder, but the moment he touched her she wheeled to face him. With anger.
‘For the third time, it’s not your problem,’ she snapped, and she was so close … so close …
‘I’d like to help.’
‘You already are. You’re ringmaster. You’ve extended our time. What else?’
‘I could do more.’
‘Like what?’ His hand was still on her shoulder and she wasn’t pulling away. ‘Extend the loan? Let us get deeper in debt? Even if you would, we couldn’t accept. I know when to call it quits and we’re calling it quits now. You’ve given us two weeks of getting used to the idea, of finding ourselves somewhere to live, of figuring out something. The caravans will be repossessed but they’re ancient, anyway. I now know why Grandpa’s been so reluctant to replace or even fix them. I’m thinking maybe an old farmhouse somewhere out of town, for a peppercorn rent, some place I can commute to a bookkeeping job for a local car yard or something. You don’t need to offer any more charity.’
‘It’s not charity.’ She was still so close. His banker barriers … his rule about non-involvement … were dissolving because she was so close.
‘Giving us that loan in the first place was charity,’ she said bleakly. ‘No more.’
‘Allie …’
‘What?’ she demanded, and glared up at him and it was too much. It was far too much.
She was too close. The moonlight was on her face. She looked frightened and angry and brave, all three, all at the one time, and quite simply he’d never seen a woman so lovely. She stood there in her ancient jacket and old jeans and her disgusting boots, but the memory of her slim, taut body flying through the air in her pink and silver sequins was with him still.
A bookkeeper for a car yard …
His hand was on her shoulder. He could feel her breathing.
She was glaring up at him, breathing too fast. She should break away. He expected her to, but she didn’t.
Why? The night held no answer. It was as if they were locked there, motionless in time and space.
One woman and one man …
Her face was just there. Her mouth was just there.
Don’t get involved.
How could he not? Something was happening here that was stronger than him. He didn’t understand it, but he had no hope of fighting it.
It’d take a stronger man than he was to resist, and he didn’t resist.
She didn’t move. She stood and looked up at him in the moonlight, anger and despair mixed, but something else … something else …
He didn’t understand that look. It was something he had no hope of understanding and neither, he thought, did she.
Loneliness? Fear? Desperation?
He knew it was none of those things, but maybe it was an emotion born of all three.
It was an emotion he’d never met before, but he couldn’t question it, for there was no time here or space for asking questions. There was only this woman, looking up at him.
‘Allie, I care,’ he said and it was as if someone else was talking.
‘How can you care?’
He had no answer. He only knew that he did.
He only knew that it felt as if a part of him was being wrenched out of place. He was a banker, for heaven’s sake. He shouldn’t feel a client’s pain.
But this was Allie’s pain. Allie, a woman he’d known for less than a day. A woman he was holding, with comfort, but something more. He looked down at her and she looked straight back up at him and he knew that now, for this moment, he wasn’t her banker.
In a fraction of a moment, things had changed, and he knew what he had to do. He knew for now, for this moment in time, what was inevitable, and she did, too.
He cupped her face in his hand, he tilted
