His distrust of this too-curious city woman rivals hers of the country rogue, who dares mixing business with pleasure. Although their backgrounds are worlds apart, Anne and Slade have both suffered betrayals of the heart. Beneath the Southern Cross, they face their inner fears and fall in love, to become perfect mates.
|Publisher:||Wings ePress, Incorporated|
|Product dimensions:||5.51(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.70(d)|
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Anne Kingsley drove by more sheep than she could ever count on a sleepless night. Thousands grazed and roamed the dirty blonde pastures of the Red Gum Station. They appeared to be contented, perfect really. Unlike her, the woolies belonged here in the Australian bush country.
Sighing, she brushed red grit from her white shirt. The last part of the four-wheeler trip had proved the roughest. Almost more than she could handle. But after she'd arrived at the main house, the housekeeper served her tea that went down smoothly. She smiled. At least, she found one familiar comfort.
Alone now in the McGregors' living room, Anne gazed up at an Aboriginal painting above the fireplace mantel. Creamy strokes mingled with dots and swishes of brown, pale green and yellow ocher.
More than art, it seemed to be a visual puzzle. She stepped closer, yet the subject of the portrait stayed hidden. Curious, she lingered for a moment, then turned away with her briefcase in-hand. Sinking onto the edge of the big easy chair opposite the television, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and rang the office.
"Green and Associates Advertising," garbled through.
"Kinglsey? Tell me you made it."