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Bright daylight peeked around the edges of the window when
Penny woke again. A young nurse padded into the room and
swept open the curtains with unreserved efficiency.
‘Beautiful day out there, Miss McIntyre. How about that
lovely sunshine? You’d pay a mint for that natural light in a
city apartment.’ Her voice echoed off the industrial-grey walls,
her smile as radiant as the streams of golden light pouring
through the glass.
Penny was usually the first to comment on the sunshine
and appreciate beauty in all its forms, but from her vantage
point in the hospital bed, she couldn’t quite muster up the
same enthusiasm.
‘It’s lovely, though I have to admit I’d rather be in my office.
I’ve got loads to do. Do you think I’ll be out tomorrow?’
Penny’s enthusiastic question was met with an amused look
from the nurse.
a second time. As she reached for a third dose of gel and then a
fourth, Penny stifled the uncomfortable feeling that Georgie
was trying her best to wash her hands of the whole situation.
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Tim Patterson let the conversation and country music roll
around him as he collected crockery from the farmhouse dining
table. Almost every spot was filled with three generations of
the McIntyre clan.
‘Leave the dishes, Tim. We’ll sort them out when we get
back from Wildflower Ridge,’ said Angus McIntyre, wiping
his mouth with a handkerchief.
Tim smiled at his boss—not only the head of the McIntyre
Park Merino Stud but the family patriarch—as he moved
across to the sink.
‘Not a chance. It’s the least I can do after that feast. Get
going before you miss the sunset.’
Quiet chatter followed the family out the house, as they
eased into workboots, gumboots and enough jackets and
scarves to ward off the unseasonably cold autumn night.
Tim cradled the treasured plates in his callused hands,
determined to return the delicate porcelain to the china hutch
in pristine condition. He often admired the matching set when
he came in for smoko and knew it would sit behind the glass
doors for another 364 days before being returned to service.
He fished around in the hot soapy water, catching the
dishcloth as it snagged on the new collection of cuts and blisters
on his fingers. It had been another productive week at McIntyre
Park, busy enough to keep Angus’s mind off the anniversary
of his wife’s death, but not too busy that he’d had to shelve
his weekly volunteer session at the local school. Like Angus,
Tim was happier buried in sheep work, paddock maintenance
Penny woke with a start. Her eyes shot open at the strange
tapping noise, and she rolled onto her side. A sleepy smile
tugged at her lips as she spotted the man sitting in the corner,
a laptop spread across his knees. His large frame dwarfed the
plastic hospital chair, his perfectly knotted tie as precise as his
haircut and professionally tailored suit, his shirt even whiter
than the hospital linen. She didn’t need to look at the wall
clock to know it was evening—the level of stubble on Vince
Callas’s jaw was evidence enough. A sense of calm descended
over Penny as he set aside his computer and reached for her
hand. Penny squeezed it, the warmth and familiarity almost
making tears well up again.
He leaned in to kiss her.
‘How are you feeling, babe?’
Penny breathed in his scent; the same smell of coffee, pepper
and lime that permeated their St Kilda apartment. Her aching
muscles loosened a little.
‘Terrible. A bit shell-shocked, really. I can’t believe Georgie
would do that to me.’
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The scent of flowers and the sound of a telephone imprinted
on Penny’s senses before she was fully awake. For a moment
she thought she was back in her office, sitting at the shiny
white desk that was always adorned with fresh flowers, fielding
calls from clients and media outlets. She blinked and fumbled
for the phone, hoping it would be Vince or Georgie calling
to explain that today had been a horrible joke. She squeezed
her eyes shut against the too-bright screen and put the phone
to her ear.
‘Penny McIntyre speaking?’
Her youngest sister’s voice rang out through the quiet
hospital room.
‘Are you okay? Why didn’t you tell us you were ill?’
Penny winced and stabbed at the volume button as her
sister Angie rushed on, barely drawing breath.
‘I’ve been wanting to call you all evening, ever since Vince
called Tim Patterson,’ said Angie.