Hollywood Hills Collection. Lynne Marshall

could not face Edward.

      Did he think she’d have an affair, that married men were all that was left? Oh, no, she would rather, far rather, get in that elevator and...

      Why not? Freya thought.

      They’d both, in that brief exchange, stated that they were single.

      And she’d promised this coming year to do more of the things she liked and to try new things.

      No.

      Freya simply couldn’t see it.

      Going up and knocking on Sexy Bastard’s door just for sex.

      Or maybe he’d left it open and she would just slip in.

      Actually, Freya could see it.

      And she had promised to keep her New Year’s resolutions...

      New Year.

      Yikes! Freya remembered a little too late that she had to get everyone out for the photo shoot and the next twenty minutes were frantic indeed.

      It had been a long and difficult night, Freya thought, and a part of her longed to just head upstairs and to find out what simply letting go and having fun actually meant.

      * * *

      An aching part of Zack had really wished she would head up!

      He’d arrived back in his room so turned on and waiting.

      Come on, he’d thought.

      God knew, he’d needed the distraction.

      He’d unlatched the door and lain on the bed, hands behind his head.

      She was stunning.

      Dark eyes, dark hair and that mouth... She’d looked a little familiar but all he had ever seen of LA till now had been the airport so Zack had shrugged that thought off. It would come to him overnight.

      Would she?

      Of course she would. The attraction had been through the roof but by ten he’d downgraded his expectations because the speeches were surely well over with.

      By eleven-thirty he’d woken from a doze and stared out to the LA night.

      Not at the city but at the mountains beyond and he knew he had to ring his parents before the lines got busy. He got up and took out his cellphone and took a steadying breath before he made the call.

      Zack was thirty-three and the last time he’d been home, a couple of years ago, he’d been the same age as his brother Toby had been when he had died.

      Except Toby had been married and working in the family practice and his wife, Alice, had wanted to start a family.

      Whereas Zack, as his parents had constantly pointed out, was a drifter.

      He was a highly skilled paediatric cardiac surgeon, Zack had riposted, but that was just boasting, he was told. And what good were his skills when they were so badly needed in Kurranda, the remote outback town where he and Toby had been raised.

      He could picture the phone ringing in the hall. Reception was haphazard there and the landline to the family doctor really was a lifeline for the community.

      His mother answered on the third ring.

      ‘Hey, Mum,’ Zack said. ‘Happy New Year.’

      ‘I’m sure it is where you are.’

      Zack closed his eyes, it was just more of the same.

      ‘How’s Nepal?’

      ‘I’m in LA,’ Zack answered.

      ‘I thought you had to be in Nepal.’

      ‘I did have to be there for Christmas,’ Zack answered. ‘There was an operation I wanted to do before I left but we had to wait for some equipment to arrive. I would have been home if I could.’

      ‘Well, why aren’t you now?’

      ‘Because I’ve got an interview tomorrow.’

      ‘In LA?’

      ‘It’s a top medical centre. They’ve got some of the most amazing equipment and facilities and I don’t want to let that side of things slide...’ Zack stopped even attempting to explain. He did not want to argue with his mother. Judy Carlton simply could not, would not, get it, and Zack was over trying to explain. ‘Is Dad there?’

      ‘You just missed him. He got called out for Tara. Do you remember her?’

      Of course he damn well remembered, they’d been friends. What his mother didn’t know was that they had been each other’s first. Zack had fought to stop that getting out as Tara’s father was very religious.

      Zack stayed silent.

      ‘She married Jed.’

      ‘Yep.’

      ‘Well, the baby’s not due till the end of January but it looks as if she might deliver early and it’s breech. I can’t talk for long, they might need the air ambulance...’

      ‘I get it.’ Zack said. ‘Will you wish Dad a happy New Year for me and could you—?’

      ‘Zack,’ his mum broke in, ‘you should be here to say it to him for yourself. Even if you’d just come home on a stopover it would have been something.’

      ‘I would have but this interview is being slotted in, they need me to start straight away. There’s a very sick child—’

      ‘Oh, I don’t have time for your fancy position,’ Judy said. ‘I’ll pass on to Tara and her husband how well you’re doing, shall I?’

      Zack knew that translated to, You should be back here, scrubbing in with your father, rather than Tara having to be airlifted. ‘That was a low blow.’

      ‘I know.’ His mother didn’t quite apologise. ‘I’m tired, Zack, and your dad is too. He didn’t get any break over Christmas and the place just seems to be getting busier. So much for retiring.’

      Zack closed his eyes. Sometimes he wished he could just give up on his own dreams and give them the solution they wanted.

      ‘By now you and Toby...’ Judy swallowed and Zack then heard his mother, a very strong woman, give way to tears. New Year always did that to her and this coming year marked another difficult milestone. ‘It will be ten years soon.’

      ‘I know it will.’

      At the beginning of February it would be ten years since Toby had died.

      He and Zack had been on a weekend away. Both had been good horsemen but a snake had spooked Toby’s horse and thrown him off.

      Zack looked out of the hotel window again and out towards the dark shadows of the hills and thought of the red earth of home. Even if he didn’t want to be there for ever he missed it at times and now was one of those times. As he stood there he remembered too the agony of hours spent with his brother, waiting for help to arrive while knowing there was none to be had.

      At the age of thirty-one Toby had died in his younger brother’s arms.

      Zack knew his mother needed to talk and so he forgot about the sniping and let her.

      ‘Things would be so different if he was still alive. He loved the clinic. Toby and your father had such plans for it. Alice is pregnant again by her new husband.’

      He was hardly her new husband, Zack thought. Alice had been remarried for seven years.

      ‘Mum, she’s allowed to be happy.’

      ‘She and Toby were so happy, though,’ Judy said. ‘I wanted grandchildren.’

      ‘I know.’

      ‘And that’s not going to happen, is it?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Are