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“Well, thanks for your advice, Gabe. I think you’ve covered everything. ”
But now he seemed reluctant to drop the subject. His deep voice penetrated the night. “Piper, you’re not afraid of intimacy, are you?”
Without warning, her blood began to pound through her veins, making her ears hum and her heart beat wildly. “I—I don’t think so. ” But she couldn’t be sure.
She sensed him moving toward her, and the next moment his fingertips were touching her cheek ever so gently. She heard the rasp of his breathing and felt his thumb travel slowly down her cheek, over her chin and back again. She was amazed how good it felt. Hardly believing her daring, she dipped her head slightly and pressed her lips to his thumb.
Gabe’s husky voice sounded close to her ear. “I think you know a lot more about touching than you’re letting on…. ”
Barbara Hannay was born in Sydney, educated in Brisbane and has spent most of her adult life living in tropical north Queensland, where she and her husband have raised four children. While she has enjoyed many happy times camping and canoeing in the bush, she also delights in an urban lifestyle—chamber music, contemporary dance, movies and dining out. An English teacher, she has always loved writing, and now, by having her stories published, she is living her most cherished fantasy.
Books by Barbara Hannay
HARLEQUIN ROMANCE®
3718—THEIR DOORSTEP BABY
3770—A PARISIAN PROPOSITION
3786—A BRIDE AT BIRRALEE
A Wedding at Windaroo
Barbara Hannay
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
THREE weeks past her twelfth birthday, Piper O’Malley spent almost an entire afternoon huddled behind the tractor shed crying. And the stupid thing was she hated crying! Crying was for girls and today she didn’t want to be a girl.
By the time Gabe Rivers found her she’d reduced her sobs to the occasional sniffle, but she knew her eyes were still red and swollen.
‘Hey, cheer up, tree frog,’ he said, crouching beside her and throwing a strong, comforting arm around her skinny shoulders. ‘Nothing’s ever as bad as it seems. ’
She swiped her eyes with her shirt-tail. ‘It is today. This is the worst day of my life. ’
He looked so surprised she made a hasty amendment. After all, Gabe was eighteen—and like all adults he had a way of knowing when you weren’t telling the exact truth. ‘I suppose the very worst day of my life must have been when Mum and Dad died, but I was too little to remember. ’
‘But this is the second worst day?’ he asked. ‘Sounds bad. What’s the problem?’
