she countered, desperately trying to ignore the niggling of her conscience that told her he was right. ‘I’m looking for details.’
His expression was immediately guarded. ‘What kind of details?’
Amy gulped. ‘Nothing too personal.’
His frown deepened and she felt her face redden.
‘I’m looking for anything quirky or interesting,’ she said. ‘Rachel was a city girl. I doubt she’d ever touched a cow before she came here, or cooked on an open fire, or slept in a swag on the ground.’
Abruptly, Seth stood, making his chair scrape on the wooden floor. He strode to the window, where he leaned a shoulder against the wall, looking out into the rain as he thrust his hands into his jeans pockets.
‘I’m afraid you’ve wasted your time.’
‘What do you mean?’ She knew she sounded too scared, but was he going to refuse to take her to Serenity?
Seth’s eyes narrowed. ‘If you’ve come all this way in search of scandal to spice up the promotion, you should leave now,’ he said.
‘Scandal?’ Amy was dumbfounded. ‘Why would I want to tarnish my best friend’s name?’
‘For money? To sell more books? You’re in marketing, aren’t you?’
‘How dare you?’
Seth shrugged again. ‘Whatever. But you haven’t been straight with me.’
Oh, help. Already he was pushing her towards making her confession. But if she told him about his daughter now, he might be so immediately shocked and angry that he stormed back to his cattle station alone, without giving her a chance to really discuss what was best for Bella.
‘Rachel was my best friend,’ Amy told him, softly. ‘And—and I’ve lost her.’
She tried to go on, but suddenly the difficult, grief-filled weeks since Rachel’s death seemed to overwhelm her. It had been a nightmare trying to deal with the horror of her best friend’s death while taking on the responsibility of her little daughter.
She’d been trying so hard to do everything right, including coming all this way.
Now, on the brink of failure, Amy couldn’t look at Seth, didn’t want him to see her tears.
‘Look,’ he said suddenly, clearly uncomfortable with her evident emotion, ‘I’m prepared to take your word.’
Her head snapped up.
Grimly, he said, ‘But if you’re coming to Serenity with me, we’d better get cracking, before this weather really sets in.’
Her jaw dropped, she was so surprised by his sudden hasty about-face.
‘Did you drive here from Cairns?’ he asked brusquely.
Amy blinked. ‘Yes. I hired a car.’
‘A small sedan?’
‘Yes.’
‘With four-wheel-drive capability?’
She shook her head.
‘You’d better travel in my vehicle, then,’ he said quietly and with grim resignation.
Seth was actually offering her a lift. Was it wise to accept? Would he also be willing to drive her back here in two days’ time?
‘Wouldn’t it be simpler if I followed you in my car?’ she said.
‘The road’s too rough and in this rain it’ll be slippery. I don’t want you or your little daughter’s safety on my conscience. But let’s not waste time. It’s a long drive.’
SETH wasn’t exaggerating his desire for a hasty departure.
Fortunately, Bella didn’t kick up a fuss when she was suddenly strapped into a booster seat in the back of his dual-cabin ute. The little girl was mildly puzzled, but she’d lunched on Vegemite and cheese sandwiches, a banana and milk, so she obligingly fell asleep soon after they left Tamundra.
Rain streamed down the windows, making the sky and the trees a grey blur. Amy could see nothing but a small view, cleared by the wipers, of the muddy red track in front of the vehicle.
Apparently it would be dark by the time they got to Seth’s property, but despite the prospect of a long journey he didn’t seem inclined to talk. Whenever Amy stole a glance his way, he looked utterly relaxed and competent, his sun-browned hands resting lightly on the steering wheel as he skilfully negotiated the rough and slippery surface.
Amy supposed he would look equally relaxed and competent on the back of a horse, or driving a tractor.
She was surprised that she wasn’t more worried about heading into the wilderness with a man she hardly knew. Seth Reardon was different from almost any man she’d ever met, and she could totally understand how Rachel had been both attracted to him, and cautious about sharing her life with him.
He was clearly at ease in his own skin, but he had the wary intelligence of a loner—the Outback equivalent of street smarts, she supposed. More than likely, he never allowed anyone to get too close, which meant it wasn’t going to be easy to find the right moment to tell him that Bella was his daughter.
And yet, the weight of her secret loomed large. She would be relieved to finally get it off her chest.
Needing to make conversation, she asked tentatively, ‘Have you lived here on Cape York all your life?’
Seth shook his head. ‘I moved up here when I was twelve.’
Amy waited for him to expand on this and when he didn’t, she dived in with more questions. It was ridiculous to waste this golden opportunity for a getting-to-know-you chat.
‘Where did you live before that?’
‘In Sydney.’
‘Really?’
‘Does that surprise you?’ he asked, sliding a quick glance her way.
‘I was expecting you to say that you moved here from another cattle property in Queensland.’ Bustling, metropolitan Sydney was as alien to this environment as her own home in Melbourne. ‘Coming here must have been a big change for you.’
Seth nodded. ‘I came after my father died, to live with my uncle.’
‘So it was a very big change,’ Amy said quietly, and she was unexpectedly moved by the thought of him as a grieving, lonely boy, on the cusp of adolescence, leaving his friends in the city to live so far away.
She wanted to ask him about his mother. Why hadn’t she been able to look after him when his father died?
