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the bedside light snapped on. She gaped in horror as the new working man sat up on the bed and propped there, blinking back at her.
    â€œWhat the . . .?” he yelped.
    â€œSorry, I . . .” Mackenna lost her voice as he swung to his feet and she was confronted with a pair of Mickey Mouse boxers hanging loosely from his hips. She picked herself up from the tangle of clothing on the floor. His naked chest was a solid sixpack and with the stubble on his chin and the hair loosely swept to one side, he could have been a model – except for the ridiculous boxers.
    â€œLucky Gran gave me these boxers for my birthday. I usually sleep naked.”
    Once again Mackenna was forced to look up at his face. A smile twitched on his lips – full plump lips. She focused on his crooked front teeth. She hadn’t noticed them yesterday.
    â€œDid you want something or is this a social call?” He was really grinning now.
    â€œWhat are you doing here?”
    â€œI work here.”
    â€œIn this bedroom?” She flicked a hand at the room. “It’s for guests.”
    â€œI guess that’s another thing your parents haven’t told you. Until the old house is fixed I use this room if I need to stay over. I’ve got a place in town but I got back late last night and was too tired to . . .”
    â€œWhat old house?”
    â€œThe old stone place by the road.”
    â€œThat’s mine,” Mackenna snapped.
    â€œWhoa!” Cam put his hands in the air. “You’ll need to take it up with them. Now since you’ve woken me up, I might as well get going.”
    He reached past her for a towel that was slung over an open wardrobe door, his bare arms just centimetres from her.
    â€œMind if I go first in the shower?” he said.
    He grinned and without waiting for an answer, stepped around her and out the door. His unwashed male scent wafted in the air. She wrinkled her nose. There was no way he was having her house. She turned on her heel and marched back to her bedroom. It appeared there were a lot of things her parents hadn’t told her yet.
    Yesterday there’d been little time for discussion. She’d tried to go over the stock logbook with her father but her mother had sent her to town on errands. When she got back she’d spent the rest of the afternoon checking sheep. Patrick may think he could follow directions but she’d found a gate not secure, more stock that needed top-up feed and a water trough not working properly. With this unseasonal burst of heat, that could be disastrous. She’d gone to look at the old place while she’d been out and about. Nothing more could be done to it until the roof went on. By the time she’d come inside, Patrick had headed into town, her mother had the evening meal ready and her father was full of questions about her trip. Now that she thought about it, they’d changed the subject when she’d asked why the old house wasn’t finished.
    She dressed quickly then paused to listen for sounds beyond her door. There was no way she wanted to run into a half-naked Cam in the passage. She made it to the kitchen, where her mother was cooking poached eggs for breakfast.
    â€œWhat’s going on with the old house, Mum?”
    â€œGood morning to you too,” her mother said. “Can you get the juice and some glasses?”
    She did as she was asked while keeping an eye on her mother. Louise wore one of Mackenna’s old black aprons over a light shirt and three-quarter pants, prepared for housework and any jobs she may be called to assist with outside.
    â€œThat Cam guy seems to think he’s going to live in it,” Mackenna said.
    â€œWe need a working man.”
    â€œI agree. The job’s been bigger than us for a while and with our plans for expansion – ”
    â€œThey’ve been put on hold.”
    â€œI can understand that while I was away but now that I’m back –