hell-for-leather towards Burdekinâs Gap. He almost put the bike into a non-recoverable slide when he saw her sitting in the ute.
His first words to Jaime werenât the most pleasant. âWhere in the hell have you been?â
Not a good start to the rescue operation, thatâs for sure.
âBurdekinâs Gap.â She figured she only needed to tell him the bare essentials.
âI was worried out of my head when I didnât see any lights on up at the big house. You been with Ryan?â
Well, that was a loaded question.
âYes and no.â
âYes you have or no you havenât?â
âYes, Iâve been helping Ryan in the shop. No, I havenât been in his bed, if thatâs what youâre asking. But what that has to do with you anyway I have no idea.â
Stirling seemed to suck in a breath and then stared intently up at the sky. He stayed that way for so long she looked up too just to check she wasnât missing anything. Nope. The Milky Way was right where it should be.
Finally the man spoke. âIâm sorry. Youâre right. It is none of my business.â
And now, even though heâd apologised for the first time since sheâd known him, Jaime felt disgruntled. It was like deep down she wanted it to be his business.
Stirling had moved on to more immediate matters. âWhatâs wrong with the ute?â
âI donât know. It rattled, blew a lot of smoke, bunny hopped and then stopped.â
Stirling did his brow-meets-the-rest-of-his face trick. âSounds like it could be a problem with the fuel. Did you put unleaded in it back at the Gap? Maybe the last load of fuel Ryan got was dirty. Or was it from the bottom of the tank?â
Jaime was still back on the word unleaded. She could feel her toes curling in her Colorados. Her voice, when it came, was closer to a whisper. âDid you say unleaded, as in unleaded petrol ?â
âYes. The Suzuki takes unleadedââ He stopped. âOh, you didnât, did you? Tell me you didnât put diesel in the ute.â
Jaime felt sick. âI put diesel in the ute.â
â Shit!â
âIâm so sorry, Stirling. I thought being a ute, and a farm one at that, it would take diesel. It just made sense! My dadâs ute did!â
âWell this isnât your dadâs ute, Princess. This is Valerieâs.â
Oh yes, his precious Valerie.
âLook, I said Iâm sorry. What can we do? Iâll pay to get it fixed.â Jaime took in Stirlingâs foreboding frown. âIt can be fixed, canât it?â
She glanced upwards towards the stars again and sent up a little prayer. Dad, help me here!
Stirling expelled such a long drawn out sigh she nearly felt sorry for the man. Nearly, but not quite. She had thought she was doing the right thing, damn it.
âIâll bring the tri-axle trailer down in the morning and load it up. Itâll have to go to Lake Grace. The boys in the shop there will drain it.â The man cast an assessing gaze towards the ute.
Jaime stood there mute. Man, he must hate a city chick like her turning up to disrupt his nice comfortable life.
âGo on, get on the bike,â he said before moving towards the vehicle. âIâll just lock the thing up.â
She walked over and stood by the V-Max, waiting for him. When he arrived back at her side, he silently handed her his helmet.
âI canâtââ She stopped. The look on his face was enough. âOkay, maybe I can.â She pulled the thing over her head and waited for a bareheaded Stirling to mount up. Got on behind him. She was surprised how she was getting used to this whole bike-riding thing. Mind you, it still wasnât her favourite way to get around, but it was growing on her.
A bit like the man she was now sitting hard up against â¦
She wasnât going to think about that.
In no time they were slowing down again and the