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The first intimation of it came when they were filming a balloon sequence—another of Pete's cherished cameos of Chloe escaping Robert. Do you know why he married me. True to its reputation. Could feel the texture of his dark-fair hair and the. The vagaries of the weather seldom affected him.

Hero growls! Horse is sick! Heroine has pneumonia after caring for horse! Hero sends heroine away to convalesce with nice OW! Heroine sees H and crazy OW in newspaper! Hero gives heroine the horse and she finds out after it wins a race! Heroine returns to the farm! Hero tries to be a heavy alpha with forced seduction, but he can't stay angry for longer than a paragraph. Same with the heroine. She's too reasonable to be "feisty. View all 14 comments. Oct 06, Kay rated it liked it Shelves: Her last hope is to win the harness race she's entered her best horse in, she's a novice as a harness driver and though she has courage and spunk, she's inexperienced.

On the way to the race she has a flat, and to compound her troubles she discovers her spare is also flat. And that's where Rod finds her, on the side of the road, in tears of frustration.

At first Bobbie doesn't recognize Rod as the famous harness racer, all she knows is he puts her on edge. When she fails to win her race, she forces herself to accept that the farm will have to be sold. An offer comes in that is too good to be true, it was a fair price and she would be hired on to look after the new owner's horses, and be able to stay on the farm.

Discovering the new owner is actually Rod, she reluctantly agrees to work for him and to share the farm house with him and his sister. Bobbie finds herself thriving, and falling in love with Rod. Rumours in the rural community spread that she and Rod are having an affair, and when his sister decides to marry, Bobbie realizes she can't stay. Rod won't have her leaving and he proposes a marriage of convenience; he's ready to settle down with a wife and children and their shared love of horses makes her a good choice.

On the morning of her wedding, she had a visit from Marianne, claiming Rod is only marrying her out spite because they had quarrelled. This is a charming love story of a young woman forced into adulthood when her parents die suddenly. Rod is like a gallant knight, from the moment he meets Bobbie, he seems to always be rescuing her.

Unfortunately, we are not privy to Rod's POV, so we don't understand how he truly feels about Bobbie. It's obvious that he desires her, but his love for her is barely hinted at. Bobbie is a strong young woman but she's rather immature at the beginning. In her love for Rod she slowly grows up.

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This is Ms. Armstrong's debut, and I enjoyed it very much. Loved this story. Loved the characters and the whole story line. The cover is my all time favourite of all the books I have read. Such a loving and casual setting.

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And I've run you a bath—which will help your battle scars! It was still blank when Tom walked back into the bedroom. How unfair was that? It was something she found herself dwelling on during the busy days before their departure for. Then her gaze sharpened and her eyes widened and she made a husky little sound.

He swung round and saw her dilated stare. She stared at his naked back. It crossed her mind then that she really was in an impossible situation. I'm already plain jealous of this woman.

Busy days that helped promote the image that they were going on in unity and harmony when in fact she was consumed by an unresolvable mental turmoil. In other words. Cathy coloured faintly but said with dignity. Tom hadn't tried to make love to her since she'd told him she couldn't. Was I mad to think I could work with her. She was studying the script at the kitchen table at the same time as she was keeping an eye on their evening meal when Tom walked into the kitchen and raised his eyebrows at her rapt expression.

AT know it's not a big part. And the core of her turmoil seemed to be that. Bronwen was not our first choice for Portia.

But she's been working overseas. She too will do her own thing.

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Dinner smells good. Julia Whitefield was under contract. I do and I don't. She's only due back from overseas tomorrow. I always thought the best directors spent as much time as possible with their actors before they began shooting. He waited a moment.. Cathy held herself rigidly. Tom watched the taut. Until he turned her to face him and smudged the tears on her lashes.

I have memories of you. That must mean something to you. Will you let me start to try? All she wore underneath was a pair of bikini briefs. Cathy didn't move for a long time as his hand wandered over her body. Lovely memories. But this time she did what she loved doing. And that to touch.

There were two consequences to this lovemaking. Cathy's dinner was burnt beyond redemption. And over the last days left to them at Mount Macedon. Perhaps he guessed what was going through her mind and what was in her heart. And this time it was pure pleasure. After they had eaten.. If so. Yet the alternative. Her mind told there was. William and his grandparents were inspecting a stream and Tom was packing up the remains of their lunch.

Cathy lay back on a rug and plucked a feathery stalk of grass to swish away the flies.. Had she decided to accept this state of affairs. Cathy took a breath and smiled back. Her thoughts drifted idly for a time. She sighed and turned over. They had had their lunch and would be landing at Coolangatta in half an hour—the thought of which was making her nervous. Tom put his hand over hers and said. Twenty-four hours later they were winging their way north to Queensland.

She had also managed to keep her equally curious fears and fancies about Hanging Rock to herself. Cathy stared into them for a moment. But right on cue. A farewell to our bed and bedroom might be called for—what do you think?

Cathy gazed out of the window at the carpet of woolly white cloud below the wing. Charles Westfield was an American actor who as a boy had starred in a television series and not quite made the major break-through into the big league of movies yet. Jason White. Everyone else is assembled and. He's a crazy kid. He stretched his long legs out more comfortably. His signing on for the lead role of Robert in the movie of Peter Partridge's best-seller Half an Hour Earlier in Adelaide had reactivated some of the long-running controversy about the habit of importing foreign actors to star in Australian productions.

I've worked with a lot of them before—the camera crew and the sound engineer were part of the team on Last Friday? He'd received an Oscar nomination for Last Friday. I have this ' he paused '—intuition that he and Portia will clash. I don't even know how old he is. She's supposed to be younger. Just one last thing—do a lot of people know about you and Bronwen?

But I also don't have any inbuilt prejudices about men.. He said after a moment. I know you do have the capacity to do Chloe. Cathy had been studying his hand on hers but she raised her blue eyes to his. But I haven't seen him for ages. But that's not your problem. Because he's American? Cathy didn't see the picture in the paper the next morning.. Then he read the caption and his eyes widened and he said incredulously.

Charles Westfield. And a flashlight exploded at the same time as Duncan emerged from the crowd to greet them and introduce the Press. Cathy tripped and Tom put his arm about her shoulders and kept it there. Whereupon his brown gaze suddenly became riveted on Cathy.

Bronwen Bishop also stared at his handsome likeness. The true style of a motion picture is in its overall handling and shape. Any questions? Cathy felt a little thrill run down her spine. This is not a "big" movie or one with a particular message. I'm always open to suggestions. She was undoubtedly a part of this professional team. He grinned rather wryly. The set is ready. Chloe keeps making these mysterious appearances in Robert's life.

Cathy was sitting on a settee with her beautiful yellow brocade off-the-shoulder long evening dress hitched up to her knees because of the heat. Is it superprofessionalism. It was Bronwen. Come in.

She opened her eyes and watched her lips move.. How can he be so seemingly oblivious of the way everyone is watching him with Bronwen. For that matter. She closed the door with relief and sank down in front of the make-up table with her elbows on it and her chin in her hands. She closed her eyes and took herself to task—you knew it had to be like this.. Bronwen had changed into jeans and a blouse and taken her make-up off.

Cathy took a breath. You see droves of kids riding to school in torrential downpours without even a raincoat. I do feel exhausted.. I thought you were great too—and much less tense.

You ' she paused '—you're very lovely. I was telling Cathy I thought she'd been great today. His lips twisted. I've been wondering how you feel about Tom now ' It was her turn to break off and stare into Bronwen's eyes. Cathy asked herself. He closed the door and turned to Cathy. The other girl didn't flinch. I'll see you two tomorrow. He added abruptly by way of a sardonic greeting.

You must have been wondering whether I knew—I can see everyone else is wondering the same thing. Cathy shrugged slightly, then picked up a jar of cold cream and started to clean the stage make-up off. Nor do I have to treat you professionally behind closed doors.

She wiped the last trace of make-up off, stared at herself for a moment, then closed her eyes and relaxed a little. But you'll get used to it gradually.

In the meantime, let's go home to bed. Then he said, with a little glint in his eye as he surveyed her figure clad only in a flesh-coloured, strapless bra and panties, 'Did you enjoy being the belle of the ball today, so to speak?

I mean, Portia gatecrashed the party in her air hostess uniform. Then he turned her to face him and settled the collar of her blouse and lifted some.

Well, as you often say to me, ' his hazel gaze roamed up and down her, 'all prim and proper again and hardly able to keep your eyes open. Let's go. And when she protested feebly, he said wryly, 'I know you, Cathy. Some people eat when they're wound up—you don't. But that's not good for you, and it's not good to go to bed without unwinding, so keep your eyes open just a little longer.

He also, for the first time ever, talked a bit about his day's work. He even brought it up himself. They'll have to be kept under some surveillance, otherwise we could have the makings of a "brat pack" on our hands.

They look, when. I also noticed ' he hesitated, glanced down at her unconscious face and changed tack without her being aware of it '—one good thing about Pete and young Charlie Westfield becoming kindred spirits is the fact that Pete believes in the story so utterly that he might be able to infect Charlie with ' he paused again '—all the right enthusiasms.

I'm the only one of the actors who's worked with you before. I think I've come a long way, ' she added gravely, 'since you told me I looked like a frozen cod. Then she suddenly looked rueful. A good way to start is with a really deep glance between..

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I ' 'Are you not? I'm not complaining. I should be able to. I just told you ' 'It seems to me you're also telling me it's something we should consider. Tom's expression didn't change. I might just as well have been. I realise it's got to be that way. Cathy waited. Is it against the rules of play—while we're working together?

Or am I trespassing? But she managed to say. He said quietly. Tom West! And contrary to what I told you. Then she deliberately reminded herself of her code of be-. And when he went back downstairs. I don't even know if I've got the energy to get up the stairs. But as she worked. The next morning Cathy woke feeling surprisingly refreshed and she let Tom sleep in while she set out to potter around her new.

I still have some work to do. But it was some time before Tom stopped staring down at her unconscious face. Tom was still fast asleep when she took his breakfast in. A faint smile touched her mouth. He was hopelessly untidy and incredibly forgetful about a lot of things. He could also be abominably rude to perfectly innocent people and then be surprised to find he'd hurt them to the core.

He was lying on his side and he had taken over all the bed since she had left it. But when he was asleep she could. He opened one eye and squinted at her. I must tell you. I don't give a damn. Tom fingered the blue shadows on his jaw. I brought your breakfast ' 'Nine! That's plenty of time. Dear Cathy. What do you say to that? Cathy raised an innocent eyebrow. In fact they made the giant.. I was feeling much calmer this morning. Then she resolutely closed her mind and gathered her serenity back.

Tom had been right about Bronwen having some difficulty with Portia—but nothing that was to approach the last few weeks' high drama. She had no trouble with the part at all.

And Duncan. It was also. And it was equally amazing how well it all went—which was not to say those first weeks of shooting didn't have a share of drama. Cathy realised more and more. Just as it appeared to be no problem for Tom and Bronwen to work with each other. Cathy was to realise later. It was certainly no longer a problem for her to be just one of the cast on the set.

And it would have been asking a lot anyway. That was another aspect of it all that she was to discover had escaped her—it was true she and Tom..

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But there were other outings—boat trips and sightseeing trips. Was it also how busy they all were.. Just as. But every now and then he would say something or do something that demonstrated to all concerned that she was his.

That his emotions would get the better of him one day surprised no one else either.. It didn't even. In fact. She never stopped to think how little it took to achieve that for her.

She did discover during those first weeks that she liked him. But that Charlie Westfield should consider himself falling deeper and deeper in love with her every day actually only surprised two people— herself and him.

Although there was certainly an abundant supply of girls who were happy to surround him. The first intimation of it came when they were filming a balloon sequence—another of Pete's cherished cameos of Chloe escaping Robert.

They used three balloons on a clear sunny Sunday morning. But no sooner were they off the ground and rising higher than she discovered she was frozen with fear. Of all Pete's bizarre scenarios. Her villain was in fact a balloonist in disguise. The confusion that followed mostly escaped her as she tried desperately to concentrate on the advice her alarmed balloonist was offering her and the image.

The villains in the plot had by now realised that by dangling Chloe in front of Robert they could get him to do almost anything.

By some miracle. There followed another couple of confused minutes as Charlie Westfield clutched her and demanded angrily of Tom how he could have put her through such an ordeal. But it was Charlie who reached Cathy first and helped her down while the balloon was made fast. Tom replied with some cutting advice of an extremely personal nature. Cathy had refused to say a word. Why didn't you tell me? I don't mind flying in planes or helicopters..

I really didn't know it would be so. She fiddled with a small ornament on the table beside her. I was a bit nervous. I also. He lifted an eyebrow. We'll find some other way. I'm sure I'd feel better with you there. Charlie Westfield brooded darkly but very secretively this time and. You look thoroughly haunted and Charlie suitably demented. The rushes are marvellous. He murmured finally. How are you feeling now?

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Unknown to anyone this time. We could wander round some of those fascinating shops in the village and then have an early meal. And foolish. They stared at each other across the tiger. I am ' 'But I'm married ' 'Leave him!

I can't think about anything but you. It's killing her to think you're not only going to steal the show but you stole him. He's no fool. What do you suppose ' 'Cathy. Everyone here knows it and she knows it—next to you she looks like a dried-up old bat.

Cathy cleared her throat. They all do! And do you know why? They're jealous. Specially not with his wife. He knows how good you are. He's not one to share the limelight either. Have you ever spread your wings and let your hair down and done things just for the hell of it? I could teach you how to do that.

I want to free you. Cathy licked her lips and tried to sort through the tangle of thoughts that filled her mind. It was a fatal hesitation. There was a moment's silence as Tom's gaze bored into his dark one. You might recall. She wondered briefly how Charlie's psyche was standing up. He was leaning against an iron girder in a way that indicated that he might not have just arrived.

You treat her as if ' 'That's enough. We're waiting for you on the set. He immediately indicated that it was somewhat bruised. And the way she licked her lips before she spoke..

What ' he straightened abruptly '—did you make of the rest of his sentiments? He said coldly. He watched. Cathy's parted lips and the way her eyes followed Charlie. I don't. He didn't even turn his head.

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The way I am. It isn't the right time or place for ' 'I think it will be hard to be spontaneous later.. Tom let him go. That doesn't mean I can't make my own judgements. I think we should leave this until later. But then where Cathy's concerned. I guess that's second nature to you.. Then it occurred to her that Tom was treating her like a witness on a stand.

A tinge of colour entered her cheeks. I'm just so different from all the other girls h e. He said. You don't think the fact that Charlie Westfield is madly in love with you.

She also left the set midafternoon and occupied herself at home until Tom came in after ten. There was. Cathy gasped. But it was a set. Are you sickening for something? Then she said acidly. Talking about it won't change anything. I'm sure it would be better for you to get it all off your chest. By tomorrow morning I'm sure I'll have come up with a better plan.

Because of the antagonism between her and Charlie? Then she fell deeply asleep in the early hours. Bronwen isn't happy— the thought surfaced in her mind and refused to be banished. It was conscience that had tired Tom out so uncharacteristically.

Not that she believed for one minute that she was stealing the show—or that Tom was jealous of her. She lay for a while in the rumpled bed. He wore only a pair of jeans. I wonder? Free and able to spread my wings? Able to do things just for the hell of them? Tom does sometimes. She sighed. Cathy was the first to look away.. He looked up slowly and their gazes clashed.

But when she walked noiselessly down the stairs in her bare feet and white nightgown. Instead she thought with some bitterness that she herself had spent the last weeks with her head buried in the sand. And on top of it all. Well— your favourite word this time—now's the time that I need some pure professionalism. I hate you sometimes. This movie's gotten away from you for one simple reason. I'll give you some. I know. Now normally. I've seen her on screen. It's not only the fact that Charlie and Bronwen hate each other that's making it impossible to get the right sparks from them.

The fact is. Cathy stared at him through narrowed eyes and felt a cold rage such as she'd never known flood her. It doesn't this way. You're trying to get Bronwen to come over as a beautiful bimbo. She wasn't just gaily and illogically. And for your information. And if Bronwen can't act her way. It was a real lovehate relationship. You say it's over. Tell her to imagine Robert is you. She was not quite quick enough about slamming and locking the door.

That should do the trick' But she didn't leave it there. She picked up the empty glass and hurled it across the breakfast bar at him. In fact it was a certain Sister Margaret Mary who once told us exactly where to aim for. This lapdog has had enough! He caught the glass in a lightning reflex action.

I have to tell you the days of it converting me back into a "pretty little lapdog". Then he said softly. That's your panacea for everything.

It's obviously the way you saw me yourself. You just said ' 'That didn't come out quite the way I meant it.

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When I said what I did downstairs it was in a moment of resentment because you're right. I'm not going to touch you.

She laughed hollowly. It's been—for some time now I couldn't put my finger on what 1 was doing wrong. More amazingly, Pete didn't see it either. You have to admit that even in the book Portia does sort of stray into bimboish country. He's also been very busy trying to learn so many tricks of the trade, ' Tom added with a ghost of a smile in his eyes.

Cathy thought of Pete and how he'd been over the past weeks—intense, eager and under everyone's feet. She had to smile shakily herself. She raised a hand and pushed her hair back again, fighting some sudden weak tears. She lifted her shoulders in a helpless little gesture which he took as assent, and strolled over to sit down beside her. And he said, not looking at her, 'I've never in our life together, thought of you as a lapdog. I've given you that impression, I'm sorry, and if I've given other people that impression I'll do what I can to rectify it.

But, ' he paused, 'you ' 'I know what you're going to say—it's what I tried to explain yesterday—what Charlie doesn't understand is that I'm not a very outgoing person. I ' she hesitated '—perhaps I've just never had the opportunity to be different. A tremor ran through Cathy. She licked her lips and for a brief, mad moment felt like throwing herself into his arms and begging him to love her, to end this awful confusion, to take her back to the days when the one simple fact of her life had been her love for him, and it had overridden all else.

And she shivered suddenly, thinking of her callous suggestion downstairs that had been torn out of her in the heat of the moment—and came to a sudden decision. And 1 can go on—we have to go on, don't we? It won't do any good to be cutting and unkind to him. We'll just have to pretend it never happened and present a united front. Don't ever call yourself that again. I hate the very thought of it, and it's not true—Charlie wasn't accusing you of it, he was accusing me of treating you that way ' 'I know that, ' Cathy interrupted, 'but I suppose We do have.

The ultimate authority. Can you give everyone a holiday? And if you'd also schedule a conference for nine o'clock tomorrow morning. He tilted her chin and stared into her eyes. She stirred and said with a little sigh.

As to what I'm doing today—I'm going fishing. That's what really matters. Charlie and Bronwen. It was Duncan he rang and Duncan he said casually to. I'll organise the rest. I know I'm not Charlie Westfield.

And on the galley counter she noticed. Down two steps forward. They were in the spacious main cabin by this time with a seat running along one side towards the spoked wooden wheel and cupboards and a compact galley on the other. Be on the jetty in an hour. I've been out on it a few times on previous trips and he told me I could use it any time I liked.

Mrs West. What you'll need is a swimming costume. This doesn't. Show me how to anchor this boat now so we can have some lunch. I think I'd be better at t h a t Torn. The engine was ticking over slowly and she looked at the dials with panic in her eyes. How long. And no. Cathy said wonderingly. Now listen carefully and I'll be right beside you. Today would have been a better day. She yawned and sat up. He woke her about four o'clock by tickling her cheek with a lock of her hair.

But they didn't go for their hike straight after lunch. Where Robert supposedly got himself stranded on an uninhabited island. After lunch we could go ashore in the dinghy and walk over the island to the surf.

There were no other boats at anchor. If you're going to have a surf. Tom did the same. They frolicked in the water. And it was hot enough for Cathy to be grateful to throw her shorts and blouse off and plunge into the water.

They both surfaced with their hair plastered to their heads and water streaming from them. And as they strolled up the beach he told her that North and South Stradbroke had once been one island joined by a narrow neck. There must be something nutritious in the seaweed the tide brings in. There's a cold water shower out there. Tom switched on some lights but left the afterdeck in darkness—for a reason.

They watched them for a few minutes. It's also quite dark. She caught her breath and put out a hand to stop Tom. Because only this morning she had been so angry with him. He shrugged. Cathy shaded her eyes as they walked north. Cathy discovered. And eventually Tom said they had better turn back. That deck is also very public' There's not a soul for miles. Instead he said with an oddly restrained beat in his voice.

Her thoughts centred on Tom. Why I'm doing this ' 'It's not such a desperate thing to do—for a husband and wife But he didn't begin immediately. I'm asking myself why I can't stay angry with you. She lifted her slim shoulders and spread her fingers. I'd rather. Cathy started to blush. I'd rather you wanted to talk to me and be mentally attuned. Unfortunately I'm going to have to take another cold shower—just to be on the safe side.

In fact she was looking down. His smile was only a brief chiselled movement of his lips. He lifted his eyes to hers. Tom swore. Cathy realised the hum she'd heard had become the loud throbbing noise of an outboard motor. He turned to her and grinned at her expression of utter horror. I'd say they're fishermen who caught an unexpected thrill.

You ' He stopped abruptly. We could have caught a chill if we'd stayed out there much longer like this.

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Tom still didn't comment as he turned away and produced a bottle of Scotch. Get your clothes on now and I'll fix us a drink—I think we've earned one. I '11 do it. But when he merely raised an eyebrow at her. He hadn't changed and his hair was still dripping on to his bare shoulders.

Is it a part of that "small death"? I suppose it's taught me something. Cathy sat down and sipped her Scotch. But it's left me feeling ' she paused and studied her glass. He lifted a quizzical eyebrow at her.

Instead they talked desultorily and listened to some music. But—it wouldn't be difficult to rekindle the flames—perhaps that's all we need to say to each other. But why do I feel I'm battling something 1 don't understand as well as the things I do? They ate grilled chops and sausages. But they woke at dawn to a lilac-pink sky that laid the same living shimmer on the water. But I am changing. She turned to Tom as if for reassurance which he must have read in her eyes.

This is one of them. According to Cathy. And indeed. I've been trying to turn your role of Portia into that of a mindless bimbo. There are some things you can dictate to me about. She felt incredibly cut off from him suddenly and resentful. The other truth? But finally they all agreed. Cathy wondered. Apart from your difficulties with Charlie. Charles—and my apologies. Chloe and Robert have one last scene to be shot.

In the meantime. And is. I suppose I should be able to play the part of a mindless bimbo. We'll run through it now and hopefully shoot it this afternoon.

Taken aback. Pete who led the debate that ensued. I'm ready. If he noticed the hostile glance Charlie cast him before he could stop himself. They'd said nothing at first. He was carrying a bag which he dropped on his foot.. No reflection of the surprising way she'd left him when he'd been sated at last.

You better come too. Thank you—but not only for this. And they hadn't said much on the way home either. I'm sure Charlie wouldn't mind shouting you dinner. Charlie Westfield did worse. What about Beers at Sanctuary Cove? He closed the door and leant back against it. There are some great nightclubs and discos—but it's up to you! She opened her mouth. Tom—I don't understand. And as if on cue. Something's going on. You ' she paused and stared into his eyes '—you're obviously not afraid I'll no longer be as pure as the driven snow after a date with him?

Tom ' But he didn't let her finish. It wasn't the first time he'd said it. While you're sorting out Bronwen. Tom opened it with a flourish. Charlie knocked on the door. Under normal circumstances. How come you're into older men? Tell me your life story—just leave out the bits that include Tom West. I used to think you were gorgeous when I was about twelve. He can also be as cold as the proverbial maggot.

We can be friends. I think it would be better if we left Tom out of our conversation. In fact Cathy found herself staring at him with something close to resigned affection. Their waitress was falling over herself to serve them. How come I don't? They walked out together. He tried to take her hand as soon as they were out of sight. Does he love both of you? I can understand the old sugar daddy bit. The time difference ' But he broke in broodingly. But I'm not just a big mouth and a big ego—if ever you want someone to talk to about it.