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      CONTENTS

      PROLOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      PROLOGUE

      HIS overwhelming sensation was relief.

      Wasn’t he supposed to feel fury? Desolation? Bitterness? That was what he’d felt in the past when people he loved had walked away. As Riley Jackson loaded the last of his lovely wife’s possessions into his best friend’s Lear jet he expected at least an echo of that pain.

      It didn’t happen. The plane was now a sliver on the horizon and he felt no desolation at all.

      Maybe he was cured of this love business. He obviously didn’t have what it took to hold a relationship together and he no longer cared.

      ‘What do you reckon, boy?’ he asked his dog, and Bustle nosed his hand in gentle query. Bustle wouldn’t miss Lisa either. Lisa had no time for dogs.

      ‘We’re on our own now, mate,’ Riley told him as he turned to walk back to the house. The old dog limped beside him. Unlike his wife, Bustle would be loyal to the end.

      Losing Bustle would be real heartache, Riley thought. That would be the real end of loving.

      Bustle nosed his fingers again, and Riley stooped to give his ancient collie a gentle hug.

      ‘I know. I don’t have you for much longer, boy, and I’ll miss you like crazy. But I’ll miss nobody else. No one is going to get close to me, ever again.’

      CHAPTER ONE

      MISTAKE. Major mistake. On a mistake scale of one to ten, this ranked at about a thousand.

      For as far as Jenna could see there was red dust and railway track. A few low-growing saltbushes grew along the line. In the distance, the train was fading into shimmering heat.

      There was nothing else.

      Jenna stood motionless, trying to take in the enormity of what she’d done.

      When the announcement had been made that the train would stop at Barinya Downs, Jenna had assumed it was some sort of town. She’d glanced out the window and half a dozen trucks had been pulled up at the platform. Staff from the train had been unloading goods, and wide-hatted, farming-type men and women had been tossing the unloaded goods into the backs of their trucks.

      It had to be a settlement at least, she’d decided, which was infinitely preferable to two more days on the train watching Brian humiliate his little daughter.

      But she hadn’t checked. She’d been so angry that she’d hurled their suitcases from the train and told Karli they were getting off. They’d stepped out onto the platform just as the train had started to move.

      So where were they?

      Barinya Downs.

      The name meant nothing.

      Worse. The trucks she’d seen a few minutes ago had now disappeared in a cloud of red dust.

      There was nothing here at all.

      She stared about her in horror, taking in her surroundings with sickening disbelief. What had she done? Where had she landed them? They were a day and a half’s train journey from Sydney and two days from Perth.

      They were nowhere.

      ‘Where are we?’ Karli asked, in the scared little voice that was all she ever used within Brian’s hearing. It was the only tone Jenna had heard for the last two days.

      ‘We’re at Barinya Downs,’ she said, speaking loudly into the hot wind, as if naming the place with gusto would give it substance.

      It didn’t. Barinya Downs seemed to consist of a concrete platform and a tin roof. That was it. There wasn’t a tree. There wasn’t a telephone. Nothing.

      And Karli was standing by her side, waiting for her to tell her what to do.

      Good grief, Jenna, you’ve really done it now, she whispered to herself. You king-sized twit. Dad always said you were stupid and he’s been proved right.

      But what her father thought no longer mattered. Charles Svenson was in America.

      Maybe her father was even acting in collusion with Brian.

      The thought was unbelievable, but it was certainly possible.

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