Runaway Bride. Barbara Hannay

struck by a dazzlingly brilliant idea. ‘I think I should go, too,’ she said.

      Damon frowned. ‘What do you mean? Go where?’

      ‘I should go to look for Paddy and Violet, as well as you. You can’t stop in every town. I can check out the places you miss. I can get another hire car.’ She pointed towards the sky. ‘With a roof.’

      It was the ideal diversion, exactly what she needed. Apart from her genuine concern for their grandparents, the trip offered a perfect excuse to get out of Willara for the next few days.

      There was, however, a longish pause before Damon responded. ‘Brilliant idea,’ he said at last. ‘I’m sure your fiancé won’t mind in the least if you go dashing up the highway.’ He sent her a strange, mirthless smile. ‘As long as you’re back in time to marry him on Saturday.’

      Bella gulped, remembering the downside to her brilliant idea. She could no longer wriggle out of confessing the truth about the wedding to Damon. ‘You’re right,’ she said nervously. ‘Kent won’t mind.’

      ‘Bella, don’t be an idiot. Of course he’ll mind. He’ll be frantic. You don’t have time to chase all over Queensland. You’re a bride about to be married.’

      ‘Actually …’ Deep breath. ‘I’m not.’

      To her dismay, Damon slammed on the brakes. They weren’t at the homestead yet, but clearly this news took priority. He turned to her, trapping her in an angry silver glare. ‘I’m sorry.’ Now he spoke very quietly. ‘You’re not making sense.’

      Oh, help. It shouldn’t be so hard to tell Damon. He was nothing to her now. He’d been gone for ten years and in that time they’d both changed. So much. Bella couldn’t begin to imagine all the things he must have seen and done since he’d left Australia. They were light-years from the high-school kids who’d fooled around together.

      So why did talking to him feel so very different from talking to any of her other old schoolfriends?

      ‘The wedding,’ she began, and then to her horror a small sound like a hiccup erupted from her throat. ‘It—it’s not happening.’

      Damon’s eyes pierced her. ‘What’s going on, Bella?’

      She gulped to swallow the huge lump in her throat. ‘Kent and I decided this morning. We’re not getting married.’

      Several geological eras seemed to pass before Damon finally reacted. Then he rubbed at his temple as if he had a headache. ‘Did you—ah—say this was a mutual decision?’

      ‘Yes.’ Bella’s voice was choked. ‘But if you want explanations, I’m not really in the mood to give them right now.’ There was no way she could explain to this man about her and Kent’s lack of sparks.

      ‘No, of course you don’t have to explain,’ he said. ‘I’m not asking you to.’

      That was a relief. She’d been dreading his probing questions—he’d had so much practice as an investigative journalist.

      Damon frowned. ‘The last thing you need is this extra worry about your grandfather.’ He was apparently over his shock and back to normal. ‘It’s lousy timing.’

      ‘You’re not wrong.’ Bella forced a laugh to lighten the tension inside her. ‘You’d think our elders could be more considerate.’

      At this, Damon actually smiled, and Bella decided to capitalise on his good humour.

      ‘So you can see why I’d welcome a project like trying to find Paddy.’

      Almost immediately, he was shaking his head.

      ‘I’m as personally involved as you are, Damon. I’m worried about Paddy, and … to be honest, I’d like a few days’ escape from Willara. You know what the gossip in this town is like.’

      ‘But it’s such an overkill. Two cars, two lots of petrol and accommodation …’ Damon’s voice trailed off and he drew a sharp breath, as if he’d realised the implications of his words.

      Bella had realised it, too.

      It might have been unintentional, but he’d more or less suggested that it made sense for them to travel together.

      Despite the warm summer’s morning, she shivered. She’d had no intention of joining Damon on a road trip. For all kinds of reasons.

      ‘It actually makes a crazy kind of sense, doesn’t it?’ he said quietly.

      ‘What does?’ she asked, playing dumb.

      ‘That we should travel together.’

      Her heart leapt like a wild creature unexpectedly caught in a trap. ‘In this?’

      ‘You’ve seen for yourself, it’s a perfectly comfortable car.’

      ‘But I can’t come with you.’

      ‘Why not?’

      His voice was cool and dispassionate, as if he didn’t care one way or the other about her answer. Bella had been about to make another flustered protest, but his coolness made her feel foolish.

      Why shouldn’t they travel together?

      From a purely practical viewpoint, it made good sense to share the costs and to take turns with the driving. On a personal level, they weren’t about to start anything foolish like a fling. She’d just escaped from making a serious mistake, and she had absolutely no intention of hooking up with a new man, especially this man who’d hurt her once before.

      Besides, Damon had changed a great deal from the seductive charmer of his youth. These days, he was the perennial nomad. He’d made an art form out of being a loner. And there was something very closed and shut off about him now.

      He was looking at her with a thoughtful frown. ‘I know I can handle Violet when I find her, but, to be honest, I’m not so sure about Paddy.’

      It was another valid point. They still didn’t know why Paddy and Violet had taken off in such a rush, and two heads might be better than one when it came to dealing with the outcome when they eventually found their grandparents.

      ‘I guess it does make sense to go together.’ Bella sent him a nervous smile. ‘But you have to admit it’s a very weird situation.’

      ‘Mad,’ he agreed. ‘Off the planet.’

      Even so, it seemed the decision was made.

      ‘I’ll have to explain to my father. He doesn’t even know the wedding’s off yet.’

      ‘Will he be okay without you? I heard he’s not well.’

      ‘He’s been very ill, actually, but he’s on the mend. And there are people to keep an eye on him. I—I think he’ll be fine.’

      Damon started the car up again and they continued on down the track, around the final bend that led to the dilapidated Blue Gums homestead with its rusted roof and peeling paint and unkempt garden.

      ‘As you can see our place has gone downhill since Mum got sick,’ she said rather unnecessarily.

      ‘I was very sorry to hear that she died.’

      Bella nodded. ‘You sent me a lovely card from Dubrovnik.’ His message had been heartfelt and touching and she’d cried buckets. Now, just thinking about how kind he’d been, she blinked away the sudden threat of tears. ‘I’m sorry. I’d like to invite you in, but although Dad’s a lot better, he’s not quite up to playing host.’

      ‘That’s fine. I’ll wait in the car.’

      ‘I’ll be as quick as I can.’ She opened the passenger door, and it was then she discovered how shaky her knees were.

      Not so surprising, she thought as she headed inside. She could hardly believe the one-eighty degree turn her life