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       CHAPTER FOUR

      JACK WAS FILLING the dishwasher when Cassie brought the remaining china into the kitchen. She kept a good space between them, admiring the way his muscles flexed as he reached up to the bench then bent forward to place each item.

      No, you don’t. You mustn’t.

      He pivoted round, as if sensing her appraisal. She wasn’t aware of having made a sound, and the gurgle of the coffee machine should have covered any if she had.

      ‘Coffee, tea or hot chocolate?’ His sombre eyes and polite tone put her on alert.

      ‘White tea, thank you. I’ll finish here.’

      Instead of moving away as she expected, he stepped sideways, resting his hands and butt against the bench and crossing one foot over the other. A very masculine stance which should not affect her. Renewed flutters in her stomach proved otherwise.

      ‘I’m not totally convinced about this extra sorting. It might prove too much for her.’ Corporate tone. And she knew there was no uncertainty in his mind at all.

      ‘Because you care for her.’

      His brow furrowed, his chest expanded and he crossed his arms as if preparing to challenge her reasoning. She forestalled him.

      ‘She’s been through a prolonged, trying time. Getting rid of clothes that no longer fit is cathartic and means she’s looking forward. I can schedule a few days at a time, and if she finds it tiring or too traumatic we can stop.’

      ‘Your contract will...’

      ‘Have an out clause which allows for either of those as well as unforeseen circumstances.’

      Jack wished he could explain why he wanted a longer break before Mel disposed of anything else. His treasured aunt was on a high at the moment, and he feared she might regret the impulse later. Any delaying tactic would be welcome. Unfortunately, his normally active mind was blank.

      Well, not really. It was a jumbled mass of thoughts and images of the dark-haired beauty who was regarding him with stunning, empathetic eyes. She had no conception of the perceptive and compassionate woman who’d been the mainstay of the family as long as he could remember. Mel had been the one they’d all turned to for guidance until Bob’s death had shaken her belief in life and herself.

      ‘She lost confidence in her own judgement. People she trusted as friends tried to scam her while she was grieving for Bob. Two years ago, an acquaintance claiming to have been a business colleague almost coerced her into signing a contract to put this house on the market.’

      He’d been in Queensland that time too. He pushed to his feet, needing action. The exasperated breath he took filled his nostrils with her delicate scent, distracting him. He shook his head, fisted his hands.

      ‘She had the sense to tell my cousin, and he warned the guy off. She wasn’t ready then—why now?’

      ‘She may not be.’

      What the hell? He glared at her, irked at her composed and conciliatory demeanour.

      ‘Then why the charade?’

      Her lips curled and his exasperation dissolved, his taut muscles slumping like Sam after a run. The combination of her beguiling eyes, enticing smile and husky voice was irresistible.

      ‘It’s not. She needs to know she’s in control after months of relying on you and your family for so much. I’ll ensure she doesn’t do anything irrational without consultation. You have to ensure no one else puts pressure on her in any way.’

      Easily done. Whatever was best for his aunt—his great-aunt. Accepting she was ageing cut deeper than he’d imagined. The thought that this home might no longer be his family’s focal meeting place was mind-numbing. The likelihood had been mentioned occasionally; now it was looming as a reality.

      Verbally committed to the new business purchase, he’d be unable to buy the property himself in the foreseeable future. He rubbed the back of his neck in frustration as he turned towards the bench to make the tea and coffee.

      On the positive side, staggering the downsizing over months pushed any definite decision into next year. There would be time to find out what Mel really wanted, time for family discussions about the future ownership of the house they all loved. Time to work out an optimum solution for everyone.

      For now, strong coffee and reliving today’s encounters with Cassie Clarkson would probably keeping him awake tonight, surprisingly not an unpleasant prospect.

      He heard the dishwasher start up and glanced sideways to see Cassie pulling on rubber gloves to rinse the wineglasses. Picking up the two drinks, he left her alone, unable to think of a suitable parting remark.

      * * *

      Cassie let the hot water cascade over her hands, allowing treasured memories of her and Mum to flow back. If they were both home, they’d share the cooking and cleaning up, then often settle in front of the television with drinks and home-baked biscuits.

      The pain of losing her had barely diminished. The love and laughter they’d shared was as vivid and powerful as ever. She’d been the one who’d taught Cassie to believe in herself and never let anyone demean her, either as a woman or a person.

      Jack’s bond with his aunt was reminiscent of hers with Mum, as close as that of natural mother and child.

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