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Helpless against it, almost panic-stricken by the sheer force of her response, Copper clutched at Mal’s shirt as if trying to anchor herself to the solid security of his body. The dust and the light, the very earth beneath her feet had vanished, leaving her weightless, adrift in a world.where nothing existed but Mal-the taste of his mouth, the touch of his hands and the searing intensity of his kiss.
Her body was pounding, her head whirling, and when Mal let go of her face to gather her more closely into his arms she didn’t even think to protest. Instead her fingers released their frantic grip on his shirt and crept around his waist, spreading over his back as if impelled by a force of their own.
Their kisses were deep, breathless, almost desperate as the doubts and confusion of the last two weeks swirled away, and all that mattered was the feel of Mal’s hands, hard and possessive against her, and his taut male strength, gloriously real again after so many years of mere memories. Copper was lost, but she didn’t care. She cared only that his arms were around her and that he was kissing her and that she never wanted him to let her go.
CHAPTER SIX
‘Mal? Are you-?’ Brett’s voice broke through the dizzying pleasure that had them in its thrall. It stopped abruptly as he took in the scene. ‘Uh-oh!’ he said, and, even lost in a different world as she was, Copper could hear him grinning.
Mal didn’t even tense. Without haste, he lifted his head and looked at his brother. ‘What is it?’ he asked, with not so much as a tremor in his voice.
Copper, dazed and shaken, almost fell as he made to release her, and if he hadn’t tightened one arm around her once more she was sure that she would simply have collapsed in a heap on the track. Her legs were trembling uncontrollably and her cheeks burned. She couldn’t have spoken if she had tried.
‘I was coming to see if you were ready for a beer,’ said Brett, still grinning broadly. ‘But I can see that you’re busy!’
‘We were until you interrupted us,’ said Mal. How could he sound so normal? Copper’s heart was pounding, her head spinning, her body aroused and gasping for air, and he wasn’t even out of breath!
Brett refused to take the hint. ‘I thought it was my job to kiss the housekeepers,’ he said, pretending to sound aggrieved.
‘Not this housekeeper.’ Mal glanced down at Copper, who was still struggling to adjust to the abrupt return to reality. ‘This one’s mine.’
He looked back at his brother and his voice held a distinct note of warning. ‘Copper’s going to marry me, so you’ll just have to count her as the one that got away.’
‘I knew it!’ Brett gave a shout of laughter and bounded forward to slap his brother on the shoulder and sweep Copper into an exuberant hug. ‘I knew it! Mal thinks I can’t read that poker face of his, but I could tell how he felt about you right from the start!’
‘Really?’ she croaked. When he set her back down on the ground, her knees were so weak that she clutched instinctively at Mal, who drew her back against the hard security of his body.
‘I didn’t realise you were so observant, Brett,’ he said, and Copper wondered if the sarcastic edge was as obvious to Brett as it was to her.
Apparently not. Brett was nodding vigorously. ‘I notice more than you think. You pretended to ignore each other but I could tell by the way you watched each other when you thought the other wasn’t looking that it was real love!’
‘What would you know about real love?’ asked Mal, not even bothering to hide the edge to his voice this time.
‘Not much,’ his brother admitted. ‘But I can recognise it when I see it all right, and I think you’re both lucky.’ The blue eyes sobered briefly. ‘Very lucky,’ he added seriously, and then grinned. ‘Come on, let’s celebrate!’
‘I-‘ Copper was appalled to hear the squeak that came out when she opened her mouth, and cleared her throat in a desperate attempt to pull herself together. She couldn’t stand here clutching Mal for ever. ‘I’d better go and fetch Megan.’ She tried again, not that she sounded much better second time around. But how could she be expected to sound normal when the world was still rocking around her and that wonderful, glorious, heart-stopping kiss was still strumming over her skin?
‘I’ll come with you,’ said Mal easily.
‘I’ll go and make sure the beer’s cold,’ Brett offered. ‘Don’t be too long.’
‘Let’s hope everyone’s as easy to convince as he is,’ muttered Mal as his brother strode off towards the homestead. He looked down at Copper, who was leaning against him and trying to work up the determination to move away. ‘Are you all right now?’
The concern in his voice snapped her upright. The last thing she wanted was for Mal to think that that kiss had meant any more to her than it had to him! ‘I’m fine,’ she said sharply, pushing her hair defensively behind her ears.
She set off down the track at a cracking pace, but as Mal refused to hurry, and she could hardly walk the whole way with him a ridiculous ten paces behind, she was forced to stop until he caught up and then carry on more slowly. The silence was agonising.
‘Fancy Brett thinking we were in love all along!’ said Copper at last, with a nervous laugh.
‘Fancy,’ Mal agreed expressionlessly, and she wished that she had kept her mouth shut.
The evening deepened as they walked back to the homestead with Megan. She skipped along between them, full of how naughty one of Naomi’s toddlers had been and delighted to have been able to look down on his behaviour from the lofty heights of four and a half years. Copper was very aware of Mal, bending his head to listen gravely to his daughter’s chatter. His gentleness with the little girl, somehow unexpected in such a strong, silent man, always wrenched at her heart. He must love
Megan very much if he was prepared to marry a woman he didn’t love just for her sake.
The thought steadied Copper’s nerves. The future might be an unknown quantity, her own feelings for Mal confused and uncertain, but for now it was enough to walk beside him through the hush of evening and smell the dryness of the gums drifting up from the creek.
Megan released their hands to run ahead, legs and arms completely uncoordinated. Stampeding up the steps, she disappeared into the kitchen and let the screen door clatter behind her.
‘Are you going to tell her tonight?’ Copper asked, worry beginning to seep back. Megan was used to having her father to herself; what if she was jealous?
‘I may as well,’ said Mal.
At the bottom of the verandah steps Copper faltered. The brief moment of serenity had dissolved, leaving her once more with all her doubts and uncertainties about the marriage and what it would mean. Once they had told Megan there would be no going back. They were going to walk up these steps and into a new life. For the next three years they would both be playing a part, deceiving everyone except each other.
‘Do you really think we can carry it off?’ she asked, abruptly apprehensive.
Mal had stopped beside her, and he turned now to look down into her troubled eyes. ‘Of course we can,’ he said, taking both her hands in a compelling clasp. ‘I’ll remember Megan and you remember your project, and we’ll make it work together.’ Strength seemed to flow through his hands, and Copper’s fingers curled instinctively around his as she felt herself steadied.
They stood like that in the dusk, and the air between them shortened with a new intensity. Mal’s grip on her hands tightened. ‘It will be all right,’ he promised quietly and slowly, very slowly, he bent his head and touched his lips to hers. The giddy excitement of before dissolved into tenderness and warmth and infinite reassurance, and Copper relaxed, leaning into his kiss for one enticing moment before Mal lifted his head.
Fingers entwined, they looked at each other in silence, as if dazzled by that unexpected glimpse of sweetness, and then Brett was banging through the screen door and calling to them to hurry up.
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