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Perhaps he had never really been in love with her at all. Perhaps she had just been another girl on another beach. The thought twisted in Copper like a knife.

At least it made it easier for her to pretend that she didn’t care about the fact that Mal had obviously dismissed her as an obsessive career woman. Copper told herself that if he wanted to waste his life being suspicious, of every woman he met, that was his loss. She just had to persuade him to let Copley Travel use Birraminda as their base and then she would be more than happy to go back to Adelaide and forget him properly this time!

But as the days passed, and a week turned into ten days, Copper began to almost forget why she had come to Birraminda in the first place. She had rung her father to explain that she would be staying on to argue their case properly, but she had stuck to her word and hadn’t tried to tackle Mal on the subject.

Most afternoons he took her and Megan for a ride or a drive to more distant parts of the station. For the first few days she rushed around with a clipboard, taking notes and measurements and inspecting the landing strip where Mal kept a small plane, but after a while there seemed to be too much else important to do.

Without daily contact with her office, the business had become increasingly unreal. Real was the dazzling outback light and Megan’s face screwed up in concentration. It was the sound of the birds squabbling in the trees and the sway of the saddle and the way Mal creased up his eyes as he scanned the wide, empty horizon.

Copper hated getting up early, and couldn’t say that she had learnt to love housework, but she did enjoy being with Megan. She taught her how to write her name and she read her stories and played endless imaginary games, and slowly the little girl began to blossom. It was not all plain sailing, of course. Megan was a bright, funny child, but she had a wilful streak and was prone to tantrums if crossed. She soon discovered, though, that Copper’s will was even stronger than her own, and that she could only go so far. Every night Copper would tuck her into bed and kiss her goodnight before Mal came in, and Megan’s arms would hug her neck, and that was enough for Copper to feel that the long, exhausting day had been worthwhile.

‘Look, Dad, I’m having my hair washed!’ Megan stood up in the bath one evening to show off her halo of shampoo and waved her hands excitedly at her father.

Copper had been crouching by the bath, but at that she jerked round, annoyed to find that after ten days her heart still hadn’t learnt not to cartwheel crazily whenever Mal appeared unexpectedly. She had been entertaining Megan by singing with a plastic beaker clamped over her nose, and she was so busy trying to get her breathing under control that she forgot all about it until Mal lifted an enquiring eyebrow. Flushing ridiculously, she snatched the beaker off her face. Why was it that when she tried so hard to be cool and business-like Mal always seemed to find her making a fool of herself?

‘You’re early,’ she said, almost truculently.

‘I know,’ said Mal with infuriating calmness. ‘I thought this might be a good time for you to put your case for a campsite.’

‘Oh.’ Copper sat back on her heels and pushed her tousled hair behind her ears. Her sleeves were pushed up to her elbows and the beaker had left a faint red mark across the bridge of her nose. ‘Now?’

‘I’ll just have a shower and then I can finish putting Megan to bed while you get your papers together. We could have a talk after that.’

‘Fine.’ Trust Mal to wait until she had forgotten all her carefully rehearsed arguments and then expect her to convince him with just half an hour’s notice!

Well, if he was going to have a shower, she was going to have one too. There was no way Copper was going to face him looking hot and crumpled after a day running round after a four-year-old. This was her big chance and she mustn’t blow it.

Copper stood under the streaming water and tried to gear herself back into executive mode. She thought about her father, anxiously awaiting news of Mal’s decision, and she thought about Copley Travel’s falling bookings. They badly needed a successful new idea to capture people’s imagination, and the Birraminda tours could put them back as market leaders in exclusive holidays. There were other properties they could try if Mal refused to be convinced, but her father had his heart set on Birraminda-and anyway, it would take too long to go back to square one at this stage. Mal had to say yes!

Copper dressed carefully in a soft cream-coloured outfit made up of a swirling panelled skirt and a neat, cropped top. When she looked at herself in the mirror she thought she looked cool and business-like, more like herself, somehow, but not too smart to alienate Mal before she started. She could hear him putting Megan to bed next door as she left her room with her files under one arm. That meant there would be time for her to go and check the roast.

‘You look stunning!’ Brett came whistling into the kitchen as she bent down to put the beef back in the oven.

It was impossible not to like Brett. He was selfish and careless and irresponsible, but he flirted outrageously and made Copper laugh even when she most wanted to disapprove. Every time she saw him she was struck by how handsome he was, but his sudden appearance never had the slightest effect on her breathing, and her heart just kept placidly beating-which was strange, considering the ridiculous way it behaved whenever she saw Mal.

Next to Brett, he looked austere and understated, as if deliberately underplaying the warmth and humour that Copper remembered so well from Turkey, and yet there was no doubt who held the authority. Brett might tease his brother, or grumble at his orders, but he never challenged him, and when the men rode out in a group there was something indefinable about Mal that marked him out as leader, although he was never loud or aggressive, nor did he make any effort to draw attention to himself.

Shutting the oven door now, she turned to smile a welcome at Brett, her hands still in the mitts. ‘Busy day?’

‘Frantic,’ said Brett lazily. ‘Mal doesn’t seem to appreciate that there are only so many hours in one day.’ He strolled over to the cooker and lifted the lid of a saucepan to sniff appreciatively. ‘Where is the old slave-driver, anyway?’

‘He’s just putting Megan to bed.’

‘Oh, good, so he’s out of the way for a bit.’ Brett brightened and slid an arm around Copper’s waist. ‘I never seem to get a chance to talk to you on your own. Mal’s always hanging around and watching disapprovingly if I go anywhere near you. Have you noticed?’

Copper had. She noticed everything about Mal. He had made a point of never leaving her alone with Brett, although it must have been obvious that she was in no danger of taking his brother seriously. In another man, his behaviour might have looked like jealousy, but Copper had the nasty feeling that she was the last woman Mal would care about. She was too like Lisa for him to be jealous. He made no effort to charm her, as Brett did, and his eyes when they rested on her held no warmth but only an odd, speculative expression.

‘He’s got a lot on his mind,’ she told Brett, even as she marvelled to find herself defending Mal.

‘So have I,’ said Brett. ‘A pair of gorgeous green eyes that do terrible things to a man’s blood pressure.’ His hold tightened. ‘Has anyone ever told you what an enchanting smile you’ve got, Copper?’

If Mal had put his arm round her, Copper would have been strumming with nerves, but she didn’t even bother to move away from Brett as she laughed up at him. ‘Now, why do I get the feeling that you’ve used that line before?’

Brett grinned. ‘I’ve never meant it before, though! I swear, you’re the prettiest girl we’ve ever had out here and I’m madly in love with you. Why won’t you love me back?’

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