Scandal In Sydney: Sydney Harbour Hospital: Lily's Scandal

‘Past tense?’ she said cautiously. ‘Your grandma?’

‘She died young; cirrhosis of the liver. Too much champagne.’

‘I’m sorry.’

‘There’re worse ways to go. She was the society matriarch of Singapore.’

‘Is that where your family live?’

‘Yes.’ Blunt and hard. The meaning was clear. Don’t go there.

She wouldn’t. But he had family. The thought jolted her. He’d seemed isolated.

He still seemed isolated.

And … he’d mentioned an uncle at the farm. Maybe it was time she learned more, even if she couldn’t ask directly about his parents.

‘So why aren’t you in Singapore?’ she ventured.

‘I was sent to Sydney to boarding school when I was ten and I’ve stayed. A couple of visits home were enough for me, to be honest. My uncle did all the caring needed. He left Singapore when he was twenty as well, pleased to be shot of them.’

‘So the Harbour is your de facto family,’ she said thoughtfully. ‘No wonder they matchmake.’

‘They won’t any more.’

‘Because I’m the match.’ She retreated under her cashmere and watched the car eat white lines. ‘So after I leave … will you go back to being heartbroken?’

‘I haven’t decided.’ He sounded amused. ‘But I’m thinking I won’t give up on you. You’ll be heading into the sunset to find yourself and I’ll be faithful for years, waiting hopelessly for you to return.’

‘Wow,’ she said. ‘Like Miss Havisham, sitting in a pool of mouldy wedding dress.’

‘That’ll be me,’ he said, sounding cheerful. ‘So your family. One nutty mother. Who else?’

‘Not a sausage.’

He shook his head. ‘Everyone has a sausage.’

‘Nope. My parents were both only children of elderly parents. My dad died when I was twelve. There’s just been me and Mum ever since.’

‘Cheap on birthday gifts,’ he said, cautiously.

‘Not so much. This year Mum’s self-administered birthday gift was a trip to Paris for her and her vicar. She’s disgusted because apparently I didn’t have as much in my bank account as she thought. That’s why she’s still stuck in Lighthouse Cove, until her vicar finds the extra money—or her vicar gets tired of her.’ She grimaced. ‘It’s a merry-go-round. I’ll put more safeguards in place next time.’

‘Next time … You’ll go back?’

‘I promised my dad I’d look after her and I will, but I need a break for a bit.’

‘Of course,’ Luke said, cheering up. ‘For now you’re my lover, or my ancient grandmother. But it doesn’t matter. My farm’s a haven Tom and I have created, a place with no obligations at all. My farm’s for being whoever you like.’

Whoever she liked.

His lover or his grandmother?

Hmm.

She snuggled under the cashmere and thought, This could be a very long weekend.

CHAPTER SIX (#ulink_5c4bc3fc-6d5a-5b67-b415-0bc25599a8be)

THE farmhouse was tiny, remote, perfect.

Lily gazed in awe at the moonlit valley; at the tiny house set high above a creek meandering through bushland. Mountains loomed in the background, blue-black in the moonlight.

A trail of smoke wisped from the chimney and a warm glow of light spread from the veranda.

‘Who lives here?’

‘I do.’

‘But … the fire … the light …’

‘My uncle lives in the big house. He likes his privacy. I bought the adjoining land so this is mine. Tom knows when I’m coming. He’ll have brought in supplies, lit the fire, got the place warm.’

The night was warm and still. A mopoke was calling from the gums around the house. She could hear water rippling over stones, and frogs.

She climbed out of the car and the beauty of the place felt breathtaking. To have had the week she’d had, and then to find herself in a place like this …

Her eyes were suddenly filling with tears and she swiped them away with desperation. Luke was carting her suitcase up the steps. He stopped and looked back.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I … Nothing.’

‘There are no padlocks here,’ he said, mistaking her hesitation. ‘I promise.’

I wouldn’t mind if there were, if I got to stay here, she thought, filling her lungs with the gorgeous night air.

She could smell horses!

A million memories were crowding in. Her father, their farm, the horses she’d grown up with.

‘When can I meet Merrylegs?’ she managed, and made her feet head for the steps. All she wanted to do was stand and sniff the air.

‘Merrylegs might be a bit hard to arrange,’ he told her. He grinned. ‘Though come to think of it, Tom told me we have a new colt since last time I was down. Merrylegs … Shall we take a look tomorrow and see if the name suits?’

‘You’d name a colt for me?’ She practically gasped.

‘Think about it in the morning,’ he said gently. ‘You’re shaking.’