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      ‘So, I heard you and Ben were kissing on the beach this morning.’

      Sandy was so flabbergasted she choked. She coughed and spluttered, unable to utter a word in response.

      Kate rushed around the counter and patted Sandy’s back until her breath came more easily.

      ‘Thanks,’ Sandy finally managed to choke out.

      ‘Don’t be so surprised. News travels fast in Dolphin Bay.’

      Sandy took another ragged breath. ‘I’m beginning to see that.’

      Kate’s green eyes gleamed. ‘So you were kissing Ben?’

      Again Sandy was too aghast to reply. ‘Well, I...’ she started.

      ‘She who hesitates is thinking of how to tell me to mind my own business,’ said Kate with a grin.

      Sandy laughed at her audacity. ‘Well, now that you mention it...’

      ‘Feel free to tell me to keep my big mouth shut, but...well, I love Ben to pieces and I don’t want—’

      Ben and Kate?

      Sandy felt dizzy—not from lack of air but from the feeling that her heart had plummeted to the level of her ballet flats. ‘I’m sorry, Kate, I didn’t know... He didn’t say...’

      Kate’s auburn eyebrows rose. ‘I don’t mean that kind of love. My mum and Ben’s mum are friends. I grew up with Ben. It’s his brother, Jesse, I have a thing for. Unrequited, unfortunately.’

      ‘Oh,’ said Sandy, beyond relieved that Kate hadn’t marched into the bookshop to stake a claim on Ben.

      Kate leaned closer. ‘You do realise that for Ben to be kissing a woman in public is a big, big deal?’

      Sandy took a step back. ‘It was six-thirty in the morning on a practically deserted beach.’

      ‘That might be private in Sydney, but not in a place like Dolphin Bay. Here, it takes one person to see for everyone to know.’

      ‘I had no idea.’ Sandy felt suddenly dry in the mouth. What kind of pressure did this put on Ben? On her?

      ‘You and Ben together is big news.’

      ‘Then next time—if there is a next time—I’ll make sure we’re completely alone.’

      She spoke with such vehemence that Kate frowned and took a step back from her. ‘I’m sorry, Sandy. But this is a small town. We all look out for each other. If you’re not serious about Ben don’t start something you’re not prepared to see through.’

      Sandy gripped the edge of the counter. She knew Ben had been to hell and wasn’t yet all the way back. She didn’t need anyone to tell her.

      Pointedly, she scrolled through the special orders file on Ida’s computer, looked up again at Kate. ‘I don’t see your order here, but your contact number is. How about I call you when it comes in?’

      Kate shifted from foot to foot. ‘You must think I’m the nosiest busybody you’ve ever met.’

      Sandy didn’t disagree.

      ‘But I’ve only got Ben’s interests at heart,’ Kate continued, sounding hurt.

      Sandy gentled her tone of voice. ‘I appreciate that.’

      She was gratified at Kate’s smile as she said goodbye. Despite the redhead’s total lack of tact, she thought she could get to like her.

      But Kate’s visit, with her revelation about the undercurrents of small-town life, had left her reeling. She’d had no idea that any reunion would be conducted under such watchful eyes. What had seemed so simple on the beach at dawn suddenly seemed very complicated.

      It made her self-conscious when dealing with the customers who came in dribs and drabs through the doors. Were they genuinely interested in browsing through the books—or in perusing her? Her doubts were realised when two older ladies, hidden from full view behind a display of travel books, spoke in too-loud whispers they obviously thought she couldn’t hear.

      ‘She seems nice, and Ida likes her,’ said the first one. ‘That’s a point in her favour.’

      Sandy held her breath when she realised they were talking about her.

      ‘It might be a good thing. Ben’s been in mourning for too long. His mother’s worried about him,’ said the other.

      ‘I wonder what Jodi’s parents will think.’ The first lady sighed. ‘Such a sweet girl. What a loss. No wonder Ben’s stayed on his own all this time.’

      Sandy slammed her hand over her mouth so the ladies wouldn’t hear her gasp. Jodi. Ben’s late wife. The gentle woman Ben had loved enough to marry and have a child with.

      She stared ahead without seeing. Noticed a poster promoting a bestselling new celebrity biography had come adrift at one corner. But she felt too shaken to do anything about it. Would there always be the memory of another woman coming between her and Ben? Could she cope with coming second? With being just a disposable fling while his wife always held first place in his heart?

      She couldn’t meet the ladies’ eyes when they scurried out through the door without buying a book.

      An old familiar panic had started to overwhelm her—the same panic she’d used to feel when she’d been faced with those big waves rearing up so aggressively as she’d stood dry-mouthed with terror on the beach. Ben had helped her conquer that fear and discover the joy of riding the waves—and she’d used the memory to help her deal with any number of challenges she’d faced in her career. But now what she’d thought would be smooth water ahead might be filled with swirling undercurrents. Did she have the strength to battle through the rough water?

      Was it worth it for a four-day fling?

      The bell on the top of the door jangled again. She jumped. More ladies to check her out and assess her suitability?

      Ben shouldered his way through the door, carrying two large take-away coffee containers. The smile he gave her made her heart do the flippy thing—backwards, forwards and tumbling over itself. Her breath seemed to accelerate, making her feel light-headed, giddy.

      Her surf god. In the flesh and hotter than ever.

      He was back in shorts, and a blue polo shirt that hugged the breadth of his shoulders and brought out the blue of his eyes. She preferred the semi-naked beach look, but in true surf god manner he looked wonderful in anything he wore.

      She smiled back in her joy at seeing him again. It was four hours and thirty-five minutes since she’d said goodbye to him on the beach.

      She prayed no customers would intrude. More than ever she needed to be alone with Ben. To be reassured that the thing between them was worth taking the risks of which she’d been so blithely ignorant.

      Kate’s words had hit home. Made her all too aware of the power she had to wound Ben. After all, she was the one who had left him all those years ago. Then he’d been young and untroubled, and still she had hurt him. Now he was anything but untroubled.

      Could he deal with a walk-away-from-it fling?

      Could she?

      The expectations of her were frightening. But what if the reality of Ben didn’t match up to her memories? What if they didn’t have a thing in common and she wanted to run after the first twenty-four hours? What if he wanted her to stay and she hurt him all over again? Or if she fell hard for him again but couldn’t match up to his wife? Then it would be her with her heart broken again.

      She caught her breath in what felt dangerously like a sob.

      Could she do this?

      ‘You okay?’

      His marvellous blue eyes were warm with concern for her. That sexy, sexy mouth was set in a serious line

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