Dadâs going to need.â
âOf course, Belle. Iâm not saying we shouldnât do everything we can to help. Iâm planning to give Virginia and Peter all the support I can.â
Liz paused, frowning, as if she was choosing her words carefully. âI just want you to be aware . Itâs easy to be caught up in everything at home. This might sound a bit callous, but when Iâve come back in the past Iâve found it helpful to have a kind of pre-planned exit strategy.â
âMullinjimâs hardly Afghanistan, Liz.â
But Bella didnât have to think about this for very long before she realised it was sensible. Reassuring, too. âI guess I do have a kind of strategy in place. Iâve given my word to Anton that Iâll definitely be going back to France.â
âHave you now?â Liz smiled and seemed pleased.
Bella didnât mention the gold chain and charm sheâd left behind with Anton. Her sophisticated aunt would almost certainly think that was an overly romantic gesture.
âSo, why donât we make a pact?â Liz asked.
âWhat kind of pact?â
âWeâll help in any way necessary for as long as it takes, but weâll both fly back to Europe when this is over.â
Bella smiled. âSounds perfect.â
To her dismay, as she said this, her thoughts shot straight to Gabe Mitchell. She had no idea why. When sheâd shaken the outback dust from her heels, sheâd known that Gabe was past tense.
No. Longer. Part. Of. Her Life.
âYou have a deal,â she told her aunt, defiantly sealing their exit plan with a high five.
4.
âGabe here, Luke. Iâve only just heard about Peter. Iâm so sorry, mate. Howâs he faring?â
âThings are looking slightly better now, thanks, Gabe. Dadâs off the ventilator. The medicos are saying itâs still touch and go, but weâre feeling more positive.â
Gabe let out the breath heâd been holding. He knew firsthand what it was like to lose a father.
Worst day of his life.
The following months had been hell, too, and now, with a friend and neighbouring cattleman in ICU, he was reliving that horror stretch.
âHow are things up your way?â Luke asked. âAny sign of rain?â
Gabe grimaced. âNot a spit.â
âGotta come soon.â
âYouâd think so. Countryâs drying out. Theyâve already had spot fires around Gidgee Springs.â
Luke sighed heavily into the phone. âI should get up there, I know, but Iâve got to sort out a problem with work commitments.â
Gabe refrained from adding to his mateâs worries by mentioning the firebreaks that needed clearing on Mullinjim.
âHas Bella arrived yet?â The question rolled from his tongue as if heâd rehearsed it.
âSure,â Luke responded in his easy drawl. âBella and Liz got in an hour ago. Flew straight from London. Pretty buggered after the flight, of course, but itâs great to see them. Bellaâs in there with Dad now.â
âPeter will be pleased to see her.â
âYeah. Rapt. You know how heâs always been about Belle.â
âYeah . . . â Gabe cleared the brick that had lodged in his throat. âSo . . . ah . . . tell her I said hi.â
âSure. Iâll do that.â There was the slightest hint of surprise and curiosity in Lukeâs voice.
Gabe gritted his teeth. âIâll leave you to it then, Luke. Iâm glad the news about Peter is better.â
âWeâre keeping our fingers crossed. Thanks for the call. Keep in touch.â
âNo worries.â
Gabe dropped the phone and strode outside, needing air. He let the flyscreen door crash behind him.
Tell her I said hi .
Shit. Shit. How had that slipped out? In two years heâd barely heard from Bella. No phone calls or texts. No email.
And that was fair enough