Australian Affairs: Wed. Barbara Hannay

too, if you need them.’

      ‘You’re an angel, Ellie.’

      Joe said this with such apparent sincerity she was terrified to look him in the eye, too worried he’d read her emotions, that he’d guess how upset she’d been by his accident, that he’d sense how his proximity set her pulses hammering.

      Carefully, she tore the protective packaging from a dressing patch and placed it on his leg, gently pressing the adhesive edges to seal it to his skin. Then, without looking up, she dressed another section, working as swiftly and efficiently, and as gently, as she could.

      ‘The Florence Nightingale touch suits you.’

      Ellie’s head snapped up and suddenly she was looking straight into Joe’s eyes. His bright blue gorgeous eyes that had robbed her of common sense and stolen her heart at their very first meeting.

      Joe responded with a slow shimmering smile, as if he liked looking at her, too. Her face flamed brightly. Dismayed, she clambered to her feet.

      ‘Teddy!’ hollered Jacko, suddenly running into the room with his fluffy golden bear.

      Excessively grateful for the distraction, Ellie found a fluorescent green child-pleasing Band-Aid and ceremoniously applied it to the bear’s furry leg. Jacko was suitably delighted and he showed the bear to Joe, who inspected the toy’s injury with commendable attention for a man not used to children.

      ‘OK,’ Ellie told Joe brusquely as Jacko trotted off again, happily satisfied. ‘You can throw your things into Nina’s room. You should be comfortable enough sleeping in there.’

      This time she was ready when a blush threatened at the mere mention of his sleeping arrangements. A deep breath and the sheer force of willpower kept it at bay, but she didn’t miss the flash of tension in Joe’s eyes.

      Almost immediately, however, Joe recovered, and he gave her an easy shrug. ‘I’m fine with sleeping in the swag.’

      ‘Don’t be silly. You can’t sleep on the study floor with an injured leg.’

      His shoulders lifted in a shrug. ‘OK. I’m not fussy. I’ll sleep wherever’s most convenient for you.’

      Their gazes locked and Ellie’s pulses drummed. She knew Joe must have been thinking, as she was, of the big double bed where she slept. Alone. The bed they’d once shared so passionately.

      Hastily she blocked out the dangerously stirring memories of their intimacy, but, as she put the first aid kit away, she wondered again how she was going to survive several days of Joe’s presence in her house. She felt quite sure she’d already stumbled at the first hurdle.

       CHAPTER FIVE

      JOE’S BROTHER, HEATH, answered when Joe rang home with the news that he couldn’t make it for Christmas,

      ‘Jeez, mate, that’s bad luck.’

      ‘I know. I’m sorry, but with all this rain it’s impossible to get through.’

      ‘Mum will be upset.’

      ‘Yeah.’ Joe grimaced. It was way too long since he’d been home. ‘So, how are Mum and Dad?’

      ‘Both fighting fit.’ Heath laughed. ‘Excuse the pun. Should remember I’m talking to a soldier.’

      ‘Former soldier.’

      ‘Yeah. Anyway, they were really excited about seeing you.’

      Joe suppressed a sigh. ‘I suppose Dad’s busy?’

      ‘He and Dean are out in the paddock helping a heifer that’s having twins. But Mum’s around.’

      ‘I’d like to speak to her.’

      ‘Sure. She’s just in the kitchen, up to her elbows in her usual Christmas frenzy. Making shortbread today, I think. I’ll get her in a sec—but first, tell me, mate—if you’re stuck at Karinya, does that mean you’ll have to spend Christmas with Ellie?’

      ‘Looks that way.’ Joe tried hard to keep his voice neutral.

      ‘But you’re still going ahead with the divorce, aren’t you?’

      ‘Sure. Everything’s signed, but I can’t deliver the final paperwork till the rivers go down. As far as we’re both concerned, though, it’s a done deal. All over, red rover.’

      ‘Hell. And now you’re stuck there together. That’s tough.’

      ‘Well, at least I get to spend more time with Jacko.’

      ‘That’s true, I guess,’ Heath said slowly, making no attempt to hide his doubts. ‘Just the same, you have my sympathy, Joe.’

      ‘Thanks, but I don’t really need it. Ellie and I are OK. We’re being perfectly civil.’

      ‘Civil? Sounds like a load of laughs.’

      ‘You were going to get Mum?’ Joe reminded his brother.

      ‘Yeah, sure. Well, Happy Christmas.’

      ‘Thanks. Same to you, and give my love to Laura and the girls.’

      ‘Will do. And good luck with you know who!’

      Joe didn’t have long to ponder his brother’s final remark. In no time he heard his mother’s voice.

      ‘Darling, how lovely to hear from you. But Heath’s just told me the terrible news. I can’t believe you’re stranded! What a dreadful shame, Joe. Are you sure there’s no way you can get across that darned river?’

      ‘I nearly drowned myself trying.’ Joe wouldn’t normally have shared this detail with his mother, but today it was important she understood there was no point in holding out hope.

      ‘Oh, good heavens,’ she said. ‘Well, I guess there’s no hope of seeing you for Christmas.’

      ‘Impossible, I’m afraid.’

      ‘That’s such a pity.’

      In the awkward silence, Joe tried to think of something reassuring to tell her. He’d felt OK before talking to his family but, now that he’d heard their voices, he felt a tug of unanticipated emotion. And nostalgia. He was remembering the happy Christmases of his past.

      ‘So, how are you?’ his mother asked after she’d digested his news.

      ‘I’m fine, thanks. Copped a bit of a scrape on the leg, trying to cross the river, but nothing to worry about.’

      ‘And how’s Jacko?’ His mother’s voice softened, taking on a wistful quality.

      His parents had never met Jacko, their grandson, and now the sadness in her voice was a stinging jolt, like a fish hook in Joe’s heart. He’d told himself that his parents probably didn’t mind—after all, they had six other grandkids—but there was no denying the regret in his mother’s voice.

      ‘Jacko’s a great little bloke,’ he told her. ‘I’ll email photos.’

      ‘That would be lovely. I’m sure he’s a dear little boy, just like you were.’

      It was hard to know how to respond to this, especially as his throat had tightened painfully. ‘He’s a cute kid, all right. Gets up to mischief.’

      ‘Oh, the little sweetheart. I can just imagine. Joe, we’ll still get to meet Jacko, won’t we? Even though you’re divorced?’

      ‘Yes. I’ll make sure of it.’ Somehow. Some time. Joe added silently. He wasn’t sure when. But it hit him now that it was important for Jacko to meet his side of the family.

      He imagined the boy meeting the raft of Madden uncles and cousins—meeting Joe’s parents. It hadn’t occurred to him till now,