The Wayward Son. Yvonne Lindsay

      “They were lucky to escape with their lives,” he said. “Unfortunately, they didn’t have much else—well, not much else but the Masters’ tenacity. Rebuilding the house wasn’t an option—not when they had to recreate their entire livelihood, as well. It would have taken everything they had left and they were forced to choose between rebuilding their home or reestablishing the vineyards and winery.”

      “Tough choices. It’s a shame they couldn’t do both.”

      “Yeah.”

      Judd lapsed into silence. Wondering, not for the first time, how different life might have been if the Masters family hadn’t been forced into that decision. It couldn’t have been easy for his mother and her brothers, starting over from scratch, seeing the life of ease and plenty they’d enjoyed vanishing in a flash. Was that why it had been so easy for Charles Wilson to sweep Cynthia off her feet? Was the life of wealth and luxury he offered truly impossible for a girl, who’d spent so long struggling, to resist?

      “So, what’s on the agenda for today?” Anna asked, her voice artificially bright. “Last night you mentioned Hahndorf, right? Where and what is it?”

      Judd flashed her a smile before transferring his attention back to the road in front of them.

      “It was originally a German settlement, established in the early eighteen hundreds. Much of the original architecture still survives and is used today. It’s not far from here, but I thought I’d take you a couple of other places first and then we’ll head back into Hahndorf for lunch.”

      “Sounds lovely, thanks. Really, I appreciate you taking time out of your schedule for me.”

      Judd reached out and caught her hand in his, giving her fingers a gentle squeeze.

      “I want to get to know you better, Anna. Can’t do that stuck in my office, now, can I?”

      To his surprise, a flush of color spread across her cheeks. She blushed? The ingenuousness of the act was totally at odds with the wanton he’d held in his arms last night. Yeah, there was no doubt about it. Anna Garrick intrigued him, and he liked being intrigued—even if it was by someone with a hidden agenda.

      Her fingers tingled beneath his touch and Anna felt heat surge through her body, staining her cheeks. God, this effect he had on her would be her undoing. She gently withdrew her hand, distracting herself by poking about in her handbag for a tissue. Her fingertips brushed against the envelope holding the letter from Charles and she pulled her hand out of the bag so rapidly she elicited another one of those piercing looks from Judd.

      “So,” she said, forcing her heartbeat to resume a more normal rate with a few calming breaths, “where are you taking me first?”

      He gestured to the highest peak ahead of them.

      “Mount Lofty. From there you’ll see the whole of Adelaide spread out before you.”

      Judd proved himself to be a very efficient tour guide. That he knew the area like the back of his hand was obvious, as was his love and appreciation of his surroundings. By the time they’d taken in the panoramic views of the city and beyond from the peak of Mount Lofty and then strolled through the exquisitely beautiful botanic gardens below, Anna was having a hard time reminding herself that this was no pleasure jaunt.

      Judd’s fingers were loosely linked in hers as they walked, and every nerve in her body went on high alert, focusing intently on the scant physical connection they shared. Wishing against everything that the connection could be deepened and intensified.

      She fought to regain control of her senses. She’d be crazy to embark on anything physical with Judd Wilson. Totally and utterly crazy. But no matter what her head told her, her body demanded something else entirely.

      In her bag, she felt her cell phone discreetly vibrate. The only person who would be calling her would be Charles. Her stomach lurched. Was he okay? He hadn’t looked well when she’d left Auckland yesterday. Extracting her fingers from Judd’s light clasp, she reached into her bag.

      “Excuse me, I need to take this,” she said, putting the phone to her ear and turning to walk a few steps away from him.

      “Have you met him yet?” Charles’s voice sounded strong and healthy.

      “Yes, I have,” she said guardedly, wishing she’d let the call go to her message service and then phoned Charles back when she had a little more privacy.

      “Well, what’s he like? Have you given him the letter yet? What did he say?”

      Charles’s questions fired at her with the less-than-subtle force of a battering ram and she created a little more distance between herself and the subject of those questions.

      “It’s hard to say at the moment. No, and nothing yet,” she answered each question in turn.

      “You’re with him now, aren’t you?”

      “Yes,” she replied. “Look, it’s really not a good time to talk. Can I get back to you later?”

      Please say “yes,” she silently begged. In response, Charles’s hearty chuckle filled her ear.

      “Not a good time, eh? Okay, then, I’ll leave you to it. But make sure you call me back later today.”

      “Yes, certainly. I’ll do that. Goodbye.”

      “Anna, don’t hang up!”

      She sighed. “Yes?”

      “I’m counting on you. I need my son with me.”

      “I’ll do my best.”

      “Thank you, darling girl.”

      He disconnected the call and Anna felt her shoulders sag with the reminder of what he expected of her.

      “Bad news?” Judd asked.

      “No, not really,” Anna hedged.

      “Anything I can help with?”

      She fought back the strangled laugh that rose in her throat. If only he knew. But no, the last thing she could do was divulge the details of that phone call. Not yet, anyway. She shook her head and pushed her phone back in her bag.

      “It was just work, I can deal with it later. I’m starving,” she said, trying to shift the conversation onto safer ground. “How about that lunch you promised me?”

      “Your wish is my command,” Judd said, taking her hand again and lifting it to his lips.

      His blue eyes gleamed, letting Anna know in no uncertain terms that he was definitely open to more than just lunch. Again that surge of heat swirled deep inside her, making her body tighten in anticipation. She fought to paint a smile on her lips. This was all going to be so much harder than she had ever imagined.

      On the short drive to Hahndorf, Charles’s words kept echoing around in her head, I need my son with me. An unexpected flash of anger rose within her. Charles was so bent on reuniting with his long-lost son that he’d completely forgotten he had a daughter right by his side. A daughter who understood his wine importation and distribution business better, almost, than her own father. A daughter who’d spent her whole life stepping up in an attempt to fill the near insurmountable gap left when Cynthia had taken Judd to Australia.

      Anna wondered again about the contents of the letter that weighed so heavily in her handbag. She knew Charles was planning on offering Judd an incentive to return, but he hadn’t shared the details with her. Whatever carrot he’d chosen to dangle, what would it mean to the sister who didn’t even remember Judd? The one who worked so hard to please her father, for no reward other than his love and hard-won approval? Anna adored Charles with every breath in her body. He’d been the only father figure she’d ever known, but she worried that he’d overstepped the mark with this obsession with Judd and that he’d damage his relationship with Nicole irrevocably.

      “What sort of work do you do that