What a sad yet overall delightful read! She thought of the impossibility of mending broken legs on frogs. But more and more he was aware of Molly and Sam in the seat opposite. Jackson Baird… The guy just had to enter the room and half the women present would forget their own names! Molly doesn't know - but Jackson does. I refuse to face this lot by myself. It put her off her milk. So they can have tadpoles and live happily ever after. .
Molly read the society pages enough to know that women did just that. Ruthless she could cope with. He took a grip, and held out a hand to Sam. Once again his voice cut through. Her response was out before she could stop herself, and there was a crack of laughter from Jackson. When you were a kid what were you winning? Now… The figures looked good, he thought.
Things wedge in that bend in the river. Can I bring the contract to lunch? And what was needed here was a bit of calm-headed logic. It had been raining, there had been traffic everywhere, and Lionel had been sitting right in the middle of the road. It was either laugh or blush to the roots of her hair, and Jackson had the upper hand already. If Jackson bought the place Gregor would hardly have recommended himself as a future farm manager. But his voice, when he finally spoke, was deadpan.
She watched him swim with her small nephew. Hannah had ended up talking about herself, and her love of her farm shone through. The debris around the joey told its own story. But then we need to hang your frames. I loved the farm visit and with the feasts Doreen the housekeeper kept on cooking I wanted to join in! Here she was, risking life and limb, and he was reminding her of her responsibilities.
But now we need to go to lunch. Why do I do it? I thought you must have come off over a bump. Sam had trusted her with his frog. As they came in to land a mob of kangaroos bolted for cover, and Jackson thought-This is paradise! But because of strained finances she could not afford to move him to a better school. But in the end she did swim. He still hardly believed it, but now here was Jackson Baird in person, dressed for business in an Italian suit that screamed expensive, his eagle eyes cool and calculating, and waiting with polite patience for details. Molly knew what he was thinking.
Molly was faced with such a burden. And when finally they pulled apart-as pull apart they must, though neither wanted it-there was no confusion between them. Glorying in the triumph of the moment-of the triumph of him-of the triumph of life itself! And he was solid and strong and male and wonderful… She asked for nothing more. Jackson reached midriver first, and trod water as he waited. And suddenly it seemed almost as important as seeing the farm.
After all, it is extremely important to keep the hired help happy. I need to find out. Pigs might fly, he told himself harshly. Freedom… The joey gave one more unbelieving shake of his head, he reared on wobbly legs-and then took off for his mother as if Molly and Jackson were the cause of all his problems rather than his saviours. Day after day I sit behind a word processor making up people in my head.
Hold on just a second, she told herself abruptly. How could he ever admit to himself that he could love like that? Those restrictions were his by choice, he told himself. This had to be one of the most magnanimous gestures of her adult life. The whole mat had given way and the baby kangaroo was now drifting helplessly towards the sea. You sit back and let things happen to you. Only knowing that it had happened and life itself had somehow been transformed.