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beef cattle breeders but had long since sold off the business and was now semi-retired as a board member and shareholder of the company Beef Bargains of Queensland. He enjoyed the advisory role as it freed up his time for more pleasurable pursuits. His mind flickered over to the sultry Genevieve Walters and he smiled in memory of their last get-together.
    Genevieve was a stunner; all voluptuous curves, flashing white teeth and big blue eyes that shone with life and fun.
    They’d been seeing each other for a few months now and he loved her feisty nature and glamorous looks. He flicked through his emails quickly and was disappointed to see there was no news from Jess, just another message from his daughter-in-law complaining again about the long hours Angus worked and how annoying the children were being. Richard shook his head and wondered anew how his son coped with his high-maintenance wife.
    He shut his laptop and put family out of his mind for a while; he’d ring Jess tonight, but right now he was late for Genevieve.

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    Nick was at the top of his ladder, his voice muffled as it drifted down from inside the ceiling cavity. ‘So, how’s Blondie MacBrilliant working out?’ he asked.
    â€˜Look, she might struggle to tell her lattes from her laksa, but she’s really sweet, and besides, she needs the work,’ Jess said. She frowned crossly at the Excel spreadsheet on her computer.
    â€˜You’re a real softy, Red.’
    â€˜Don’t call me that,’ she replied.
    â€˜What? Softy?’ he teased.
    â€˜No, you know what I mean.’
    â€˜What, “Red”? Why not? It’s your name; you earned it!’
    â€˜Just don’t do it in front of people.’
    â€˜What people? Everyone in the village knows it’s your nickname. Are you worried the posh city girls might hear?’
    â€˜No,’ she said defensively, stabbing the keyboard of her laptop. ‘It’s just got a bit old, that’s all.’
    She’d acquired the nickname in her late teens. She, her boyfriend Mark and Nick had been building a chook house at Springforth and Jess had insisted on painting its exterior in lurid cherry to cheer up the chooks. As Nick brought the can of paint to her he had tripped on a rock and a sheet of bright red had sailed through the air and landed all over Jessica. It coated her hair and face, dripped from her chin, soaked her chest and ran down her legs.
    Mark and Nick had stared aghast in silence for about two seconds, then laughed so hard neither could stand up. They’d rolled around on the gravel path almost in pain with mirth.
    The oil-based paint took days to wash off completely, leaving Jess with a faint pink tinge to her skin and hair for several days. Every time Mark or Nick passed her in the school halls they’d burst out with fresh laughter and ask, ‘How’s it going, Red?’ Somehow it just didn’t seem as funny to her as it did to them.
    â€˜Hellooo, are you here, Jessica?’ Tori popped her head through the servery window. ‘Any chance of a coffee around here? I haven’t seen a waitress since I arrived.’
    â€˜Tori!’ Jess exclaimed, walking into the cafe to greet her friend.
    â€˜Hello, daaarling!’ Tori smiled, and gave Jess a bear hug.
    â€˜You haven’t been down in ages. I’ve missed you,’ Jess replied.
    â€˜I know, bloody weekend sport. It’s a real pain. I’ve half a mind to have the boys join the local footy team down here.’
    â€˜You should, then I’d get to see you more often,’ Jess said as they sat down at a corner table.
    â€˜I was kidding, I like their limbs intact, thanks all the same. I’ve heard how rough the locals play.’
    â€˜Hmm, good point,’ Jess answered, looking round to see her new waitress standing in the corner frowning at a box of napkins.
    â€˜Trixie, two lattes over here, please,’ she called with a