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she was only too willing to adopt Cadigal Valley at first glance. For all she knew, the estate’s other inhabitants were less than friendly and most likely downright unwelcoming, considering the race Jack and Patrick had in securing Amelia’s wealth.
    ‘Something wrong?’
    ‘What?’ Riley jumped. ‘No.’
    Jack looked into her eyes with concern. ‘You moaned and shook your head.’
    She lowered her gaze, as if that would hide her from his inquisitive look. ‘I must’ve let my imagination get away from me. I’m nervous, of course.’
    He placed an arm about her shoulders and squeezed lightly. ‘That’s only natural. I should’ve realized this might be traumatic for you. I’m sorry I didn’t extend our stay in Sydney for a few more days to give you time to adjust to both me and your move to the valley.’
    Newlywed jitters, Riley. New husband, residence...home, That’s all this is.
    Soon the car stopped, and she was able to stretch. They’d only been travelling a bit over an hour, but her legs were shaky.
    Jack had teased her when she placed nearly everything she owned into storage. ‘Already anticipating a divorce, chérie?’ he’d asked.
    Now Riley was glad she’d left her things behind. What if this didn’t work out? What if Amelia objected to her somehow? It was, after all, Amelia’s house.
    When she looked back toward the house as Jack and their driver retrieved their luggage, Riley saw two figures at the top of the stairs. An older woman and a younger man, both staring at them. His face was unreadable, but the woman positively vibrated with energy, as if she couldn’t contain herself. Her arms opened, and she beckoned Riley forward.
    She has to be looking at me, Jack is behind the car with the boot lid up.
    Riley took a few tentative steps, sucked in a deep breath, and marched forward, as if she’d climbed the dozen or so steps thousands of times. When she reached maybe two steps from the verandah, the woman’s eyes widened, and she blinked several times. Then she clutched her hands to her heart...and fainted.
    Much as Jack distrusted Patrick, at least he was there to catch Amelia before she hit the marble surface of the terrace.
    Jack witnessed what happened, dropped what luggage he had, and bounded upwards toward Amelia and Patrick. When he reached the verandah, Patrick brushed him aside.
    ‘Give her some air.’ His eyes were trained on the older woman in his arms.
    Jack swore in French, berating himself for not having walked Riley to Amelia where he might have been more useful. It wasn’t certain why Amelia had fainted, and they probably wouldn’t know until after her physician examined her, but Jack had never witnessed her doing such a thing.
    Between the two of them, he and Patrick carried Amelia inside and rested her on a chaise lounge. She was already awake and protesting that they put her down while they were still outside, but the two men ignored her pleas.
    ‘Darling, you fainted.’ Patrick brushed a strand of hair from her eyes.
    ‘Stop fussing, and get me some water. Please.’ Amelia struggled to sit up. ‘Come and give me a kiss, Jack. You’ve been away too long.’
    He quickly obliged. Never had he seen Amelia pass out, but she seemed to be alright, despite his initial fears.
    She broke the embrace and pushed him away then swung her legs from the chair and patted it. ‘You, girl, come sit by me so I can get a better look at you without craning my neck.’
    Riley did as she was told and sat on the end of the lounge, facing Amelia.
    The older woman squinted, as if examining a bug. Her blue eyes sparkled with intelligence. ‘You’re Irish.’ It wasn’t a question.
    ‘I-I don’t know, ma’am. I was raised in an orphanage and know nothing about my parents.’
    Amelia glanced sharply at Jack then back at Riley. ‘What’s your name? I can’t continue calling you girl every time I address you.’
    ‘Riley Grace.’
    ‘Humph. I’m not familiar with the surname, but