Outback Wives Wanted!. Margaret Way
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in the main doorway. Their tall, lean figures, wide in the shoulders, narrow in the hips, were silhouetted against the brilliant sunlight.
Guy! He had only to appear and she came unstuck. Settle down, her inner voice advised. She shouldn’t let him do this to her, but so much of life just happened.
Totally unselfconscious only a few minutes before, now she threw the towel down and made a hasty grab for her shirt, pulling it on but letting it hang loose.
“Hey, Lana—want to organise some morning tea for us?” Kieran called to her in a cajoling voice. “I’ll have a few words with Thommo, then I’ll join you both back at the house. Don’t worry about Dad. He and Buddy are flat out at the Second Paddock.”
“Fine. I’ll wash up first.” She walked towards Guy, while Kieran followed the shearers outside into the sunlit courtyard.
“Morning, Guy,” she managed brightly, although her throat had gone bone-dry. “This is a surprise.” She led him off on the shortest route to the house.
Brilliantly enamelled parrots squawked overhead; and a fresh gust of wind sent spent petals flying from the seductive smelling flowers.
“I wanted to have a word with your father.”
“Oh?” She looked up at him quickly, trying to decipher what lay behind those fathomless dark eyes. He sounded very distant for Guy. Indeed, he looked daunting. His eyes were clouded—but with what? Some strong feeling, that was for sure. It unnerved her. Was it anger that overwhelmed him? If so, about what? She kept her head tilted towards him, feeling enormously heated—and it wasn’t just from her recent physical activity. Emotions were running dangerously high. She had never seen Guy this way. She tried to cover her inner agitation with whatever veneer she could muster. “What about?”
“We want to keep it to ourselves.” His expression lightened, but it still troubled her.
“Now you’ve got me really interested.”
“While keeping you out of the loop?” He gave her a faint sideways smile. “No, it’s just private stuff, Alana. Nothing to worry or concern you.” His glance swept her, increasing her jitters.
She was wearing some light gloss that made her heart-shaped mouth look moist and luscious, Guy thought. He knew there were many young men in the Valley in love with her, his own cousin included, but she wasn’t looking to get rescued from the farm. She loved Briar’s Ridge. She was a true country girl, but just too damned desirable to work with the men.
“Shearing is gruelling work,” he said, hearing it come out a lot more tersely than he’d intended.
“You mean you don’t approve of my taking part?” She stared up at him with a little questioning frown. His attitude had taken her by surprise.
He was silent a moment. “Actually, I don’t. There’s a new fellow on the team. What’s his name?”
She gave a little laugh. “Gosh, you worked that out pretty fast. He’s a New Zealander, and he’s good. Great co-ordination. I can’t remember his name. I think it’s Dean.”
“Then Dean had better keep his eyes off you.”
It was preposterous. He was jealous. “I never thought you so arrogant, Guy Radcliffe!”
His mouth compressed. “It’s not that I’m arrogant. To put it simply, I’m older and wiser than you.”
“Oh, yes! You’re my superior in every way.”
“At various times I might be. You should consider keeping your shirt on around the men.”
She made a sound of intense irritation. “What a sensible suggestion! You’re really jealous, huh?”
He shrugged a shoulder. “No, just concerned. Your father and Kieran can’t keep their eye on you all the time.”
Alana could feel her temper go from simmer to boil. “Gee, Guy, it’s so nice you called in. Don’t you think I can look after myself?”
“Sorry, Alana. You can—better than most. But I wouldn’t like to see anyone bothering you.”
“What would you do?” she challenged, thinking that the elegant Guy Radcliffe, who never raised his voice, wouldn’t be the man to cross. At that very moment the Lord of the Valley looked mighty tough.
He held a bougainvillaea bough freighted with hot pink blossom away from her head. “You’ve seen me cracking a whip haven’t you?” he asked. Whips were used by stockmen to assist in the mustering process. Alana knew better than most that it wasn’t anywhere as easy as it looked. Guy was wonderful to watch.
“I’ve got a big brother, Guy,” she pointed out sweetly.
“I don’t feel in the least brotherly.”
It took a full minute for her to respond. “How about cousinly?” she suggested.
“Not even close. Kieran is enormously protective of you, and he worries when he has to go away.”
It was the truth. “You Valley men are all so old fashioned. Don’t deny it. You are.”
He surprised her by coming to a halt, then turning her towards him. “Men have always been attracted to beautiful women, Alana. Most are civilised and keep their admiration within prescribed bounds. Some don’t.”
Her hazel eyes sparkled as she lifted her chin. “You sound like you want to sack my new man on the spot?”
“I’m going on instinct.” His dark gaze was very serious.
“What was he doing?” She broke away angrily.
“It’s called arousal,” he responded bluntly.
Alan couldn’t control her flush. “Listen, Guy,” she said tightly, “I’m confident I can handle the men, thank you very much. Our regulars wouldn’t let any new man get out of line. Besides, Dad is sober these days. He’s out and about, and Kieran is always around. I have three favourite men in my life. And, no, one of them isn’t you.”
“Lord of the Valley?” he queried, very dryly.
The fact he knew mortified her. “Okay I admit I call you that sometimes.”
“You’ve been calling me that for years,” he jeered softly.
“Be that as it may, my three favourite men are Dad, Kieran and Simon—in that order.”
He didn’t look in the least slighted. In fact he laughed, showing his beautiful even white teeth. “Then, Ms Callaghan, you’re in the best of all possible hands.”
Inside the house, Alana excused herself quickly. “I won’t be more than a few minutes. I’ll just wash up. Go into the living room. Make yourself at home.”
“Is that one of Kieran’s?” Guy made a beeline to the wall hung with a huge, unframed canvas. It was an abstract, yet unmistakably the light-filled Australian bush. It sang of it. It even seemed to smell of it. “Of course it is,” Guy muttered to himself. “Couldn’t be anyone else’s. It’s astonishing! It radiates!” He suddenly wanted to buy it, knowing if he suggested such a thing Kieran would have the painting off the wall in no time, gift-wrapped and delivered to him.
“Tell him that,” Alana called, dashing away.
God knew, Alex had tried often enough to tell him, Guy thought, studying the work of art even more intently. How did Kieran get so much light into it? Annabel Callaghan had not painted, to the best of his knowledge, but she had been a very “arty” woman, enormously gifted at craftwork. One of Annabel’s Denby cousins was a well-known painter, Marcus Denby, who had lived in England for the past thirty years. So it was in the genes, in their nature, Guy thought. Though it was only since his mother’s death that Kieran had found release in these riveting landscapes, “knocked up”—in his own words—in