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by Diana Fraser


  “I should think not. So… where to next? Back home and back to work?”

  “Uh-uh,” she shook her head. “I want to do that again.”

  “The jump or the kiss?”

  “First one, and then the other.”

  Before Max could reply, Laura nestled into his arms and made it quite clear which would come first. The silk of the parachutes billowed and settled all around them, hiding their kisses from the world. And that was just how she liked it.

  The End

  Yours to Treasure

  New Zealand Brides, Book 2

  1

  Rachel Connelly placed her jandal-clad feet either side of the dried arrangement which her father liked to call a ‘dormant’ camellia shrub, and gripped it as close to the base as possible. She gave a small tug to test. Nothing. This sucker was tougher than it looked. She took a deep breath and shifted her weight from foot to foot, gaining a more secure stance. Then she gripped it lower down and gave a short, sharp tug. It came away easily—too easily, Rachel thought with a small cry, as she found herself flat on her backside on the grass.

  “Hey!” a voice called through the woods. “Are you okay?”

  She turned to see runner’s shoes and legs—strong, brown, hairy legs—running up to her through the small copse of trees which lay between the house and the road. She twisted onto her stomach and looked up, at the same time as the knees bobbed down and a concerned face came into view. A strangely familiar face.

  “I’m fine,” she said, trying, but not succeeding, to place the face. Another glance at the face and the familiarity receded. She definitely didn’t know this man.

  “Here.” He reached out and placed a large hand under her upper arm. “Let me help you up.”

  Before Rachel could reply, the hand lifted her as if she were a feather. She definitely wasn’t a feather.

  “Oh! Well, thank you.” She slowly looked up, past running shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt which revealed a body that was built. Really built. She didn’t know whether her gasp was audible or not, but by the looks of his grin, she suspected it was.

  He ducked his head to inspect her face. “You sure you’re okay?”

  “Yes, it was only a tumble.” She waved around the dead shrub she was still holding, unable to move her gaze from his. “It came away easier than I thought.”

  He looked at it with a smile. “It would do. It’s been dead these past couple of years. Like much of these woods. I’ve been wondering when someone would do something about it.”

  “Ah, that someone is my father. And he’s still not convinced anything needs doing.”

  “You’re one of the Connellys, then?”

  “Yes. Rachel Connelly.”

  He stuck out his hand. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Zane Black.”

  She frowned. The instant she’d seen him she’d thought she’d known him, but she didn’t. His name wasn’t familiar and she was sure she wouldn’t have forgotten someone like him.

  She took hold of his hand and it felt good—big, strong, and yet gentle. It didn’t grip you as if it was trying to make you submit, trying to make you aware of how strong he was. There was obviously no need for that.

  “Good to meet you, Zane. You live round here?”

  “Yeah, in the next valley. Up from Ti Tahi Bay.”

  There was a small flutter in her stomach. Ti Tahi. It sent memories flooding back of the time when she was only barely out of childhood and anxious to become an adult—a sexual adult.

  “Ti Tahi,” she repeated.

  “Yeah. It’s up in the hills near here. It’s a small community built around a meeting house. My ancestors have lived on the land for centuries. It’s steeped in history.”

  You bet it is, she thought. Including mine. “Yes, I know where it is.”

  “You do? Have you met my family?”

  “No. Never. At least I don’t think so.” She’d only known the boy who’d taken her virginity. She’d never met his family.

  “I’ve seen you before.” He suddenly looked unsure, as if he suspected he’d said too much.

  “Where?” Surely she wouldn’t forget someone as striking as him?

  He looked around as if hoping someone would rescue him. There was no one. He turned back to her. “Oh, around.”

  “You like cooking?” she asked. Most people recognized her from one of her shows.

  He shrugged and looked even more confused if that was possible. “Why?”

  “Just wondered… about where you might have seen me before.”

  “Ah,” he said, but didn’t elaborate.

  “Rachel?” A voice came from the house behind them. She turned and saw her father, Jim Connelly, waving at her. “Amber’s been trying to reach you on the phone!”

  “Okay!” she called, retrieving the quietly vibrating phone from where she’d left it, perched on a mostly empty wheelbarrow. “Excuse me,” she muttered to Zane. “Hello?” She half-turned away. “Amber! Hi! Yes, sure, I’ll be at the café mid-afternoon at the latest. See you then.” She smiled as Amber made kissing noises down the phone. She finished the call and glanced up to see a pair of interested eyes quickly look away.

  “I’d better go,” said Rachel. “Things to do… Places to go…” She smiled uncertainly, feeling uncomfortable standing so close to this giant of a man who was clad only in brief shorts and t-shirt, exposing dark skin and a muscled body. Stunning, she thought, trying to keep her gaze away from his body, and focused on his face. Trouble was, that was impressive, too, in an uncompromising kind of way.

  “Sure.” He grinned and his face lit up, softening his features and revealing perfect teeth. He looked like a different man. He took a few steps back and indicated the garden. “Go easy on the weeding.”

  She nodded, and tossed the dead shrub into the wheelbarrow, feeling unaccountably shy. He turned away and began to jog back to the road. “See you,” said Rachel impulsively. Some urge made her want to say something more to him, to keep the connection going.

  “Yeah.” He turned and grinned again. “You will.”

  Rachel walked away, determined not to be caught watching him run along the road. She waited a few moments and then paused beside a tree. He wouldn’t notice now if she took a peek. She turned and soaked up the view of this tall, broad-shouldered man, running. It was the kind of jog which professional athletes do, the body powerful, contained, as if the effort were nothing, his arms and legs pumping with precision and total control. He looked like he could control anything. The thought made her go weak at the knees. At that moment he was about to round the bend and he turned and caught her staring at him. He grinned, a very masculine satisfied grin, waved and was gone before she could say, “caught red-handed.”

  “Dad?” she called out, as she walked up to the house. He’d disappeared again. He disappeared every time she tried to sort out the garden. He’d always hated gardening, and it had to be said, he was particularly bad at it, and had always left it to his wife to do. But it had been six years since she’d died and everything was going from bad to worse. What was once charming, had now become dilapidated.

  “Dad?” she called out again, as she walked up the steps to Belendroit. She looked around and then heard him. He was standing with his back to her, looking out across the bay. He was holding a phone and obviously intent on listening to every word. He suddenly guffawed with laughter. “Absolutely right, Laura, my darling. And if that ever happens again, you know exactly what to say to him.” He laughed again and then farewelled the newest member of the family.

  “Darling!” he exclaimed, as he replaced the phone. “You’ll never guess who that was!” Her father always spoke as if he were on a stage. He’d multiplied the family inheritance through his financial investments but his first love had always been the theatre.

  “Laura?”

  “Yes! She rang to tell me what she and Max have been up to.” He laughed at the memory of the conversation. “You’ll never believe—”

  Rache
l placed her aching butt into a chair and poured herself a glass of lemonade. Her father’s stories were notoriously long, often taking longer to describe than the actual incident itself. But this time she was interested in hearing about Laura’s latest exploit. Seemed marriage to her big brother, Max, hadn’t slowed her down in the least. She might have re-focused her energies into a smaller geography and be working alongside Max now, but their lives were pretty much the stuff of legends in the making.

  Her father paused and looked at her carefully. “You look tired. I know you’re here to sort things out, but you shouldn’t exhaust yourself.”

  “Someone has to,” she said pointedly. “That garden needs a good overhaul. Weeding, pruning… and all those other things which people do to gardens. I wish you’d let us hire someone to sort it out.”

  He took a sip of the lemonade and narrowed his gaze, looking out at the overgrown garden, for all the world like a member of landed gentry inspecting his estate. Which, knowing their family tree, Rachel supposed he was. Maybe looking out at it now, he’d realize the state it was in.

  “Wasn’t it a wonderful wedding?” He smiled at Rachel and she groaned. His mind was miles away from his surroundings, as usual.

  “Yes, Dad, it was.” Rachel finished her glass and rose.

  “Laura looked gorgeous, didn’t she?”

  “Of course she did. I don’t think there’s any other way that Laura could possibly look.”

  “And Max. I’ve never seen him happier.”

  “Yeah.” Rachel softened at the thought of Max, remembering how he’d broken down in the hospital when Laura was ill. She’d never seen her big brother so distraught. She’d known then, that he adored Laura.

  “I wish you would tie the knot.”

  It was like a punch in the gut. You never knew when it was coming, but it came all right. She jumped up. “Yeah, right, Dad.”

  She couldn’t take this any longer. Somehow, with unerring ability, her father found that small place deep inside her that was raw and hurting. He was right. She’d returned to sort things out. He thought she meant the garden and the house. And she did. But there was more to sort out than those things.

  “Where are you going?”

  “I told Amber I’d call into the café.”

  Her father grimaced. “At least she’s not allowed to cook in the café. Give her my love. I don’t know why she took that tiny house in town when she has a perfectly good room here,” he grumbled.

  “Maybe because she’s twenty and wants to spread her wings?”

  “Maybe,” he conceded. “But hopefully she’ll come back. Just like you have.”

  “Hopefully, unlike me, she won’t have to,” Rachel muttered, out of earshot of her father, as she grabbed her bag and headed for the shower. She was done with gardening for the day.

  A few hours later Rachel gunned her red Mini Cooper down the road toward the small town of Akaroa. The roof was down and the sea breeze whipped up her hair. She tried to focus on the beauty around her, on the sun beating down on her head, but her father’s words had stirred thoughts she’d prefer to forget.

  She parked the car some distance away from the café on purpose. As she walked past the school she glanced in. The school grounds were empty. She usually came later when the kids were on recess.

  She swallowed her disappointment and continued on, lost in her thoughts. She glanced back at the school just as she was turning a corner. She stumbled into a wall, or not a wall, she thought as a hand reached out and held her steady.

  “Hey, sorry,” she said. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Then she looked up. “You!”

  Zane Black grinned. “Yeah, me. And no problem. You were too busy looking at the school. Looking for your kid?”

  She jumped back. “What? No! I mean, I don’t have a kid. I… well…”

  “Sorry. I assumed… Anyway, are you okay?”

  “Sure.” She flexed her wrist, realizing that it hurt most where he’d grabbed her. And looking at his hand, she could see why. It was the size of a dinner plate. She slowly looked up, past casual shorts now, and a different colored t-shirt. He’d obviously showered and changed, luckily not into anything more concealing. It would have been a crime to cover up that body. “So… this is a coincidence.”

  He cleared his throat and looked briefly embarrassed before looking back at her with a lopsided grin. “Not really. I hear there’s a real good café round here.”

  “Yes, I’m going there. It’s where my sister works.” It suddenly dawned on her that he’d overheard that much from her phone conversation with Amber. “Ah…” She raised an eyebrow, hesitating. Wasn’t she here to avoid all of this? To clear her head of distractions and sort herself out?

  “I wondered if you’d like some company? I hear their iced teas are really good.”

  She laughed and glanced again at those broad shoulders and that gorgeous, heart-stopping grin and melting brown eyes, and the answer slipped out of her mouth before she had time to engage her brain. “You know, I think that would be great.”

  His grin broadened. “So, you enjoy iced tea?” she asked, as they walked toward the sea front.

  He glanced at her as if she was mad. “Me? No way. Too fancy. Either beer or water.”

  “Oh!” She didn’t think she knew any man whose tastes were so black and white.

  “Is that a problem? I guess I’m not the sophisticated type.” He stopped walking. “Say so if you don’t want to go any further.”

  She looked up at him and wondered if anyone ever did anything else but agree with him. He must be at least six foot four and he spoke with an authority which seemed entirely natural. “We’re going for a cup of tea—or water—yes?” She wondered if she’d missed anything. Again that gorgeous grin.

  “Sure. Sorry.”

  They walked in silence to the door of the colonial-style building, with its big windows and high stud which overlooked the road and water, and walked inside.

  “Rach!” squealed Amber, as she walked over. She was dressed all in black as was de rigueur in the cool café. “You’re here at last!” She gave her a big hug and only then looked behind her and her eyebrows rose. “And… you’ve brought someone.” She cocked her head to one side. “And not just anyone. Hello, Zane.”

  “Hey, Amber, how are you doing?” said Zane, with a smile.

  “Good, thanks. Is this a social call or are you here to eat?”

  Rachel and Zane’s eyes met. “To eat,” they both said at the same time. They laughed and Amber looked from one to the other with interest, and showed them to a table by the window.

  “I’ll fetch some menus while you… relax,” she said, smiling at Rachel, “and enjoy the scenery.”

  Rachel watched Amber walk away and marveled once more at her sweet sister—stunning with her red hair and unencumbered for once by her hippy clothes. She turned to say something to Zane to find him watching her closely. He immediately looked away.

  She smiled. “Seems you know everyone around here, except me.”

  He held her gaze and looked thoughtful for a moment. He checked over his shoulder and shifted in his chair, then met her gaze once more, his eyes warmer. “I might not know you, but I’ve seen you around.”

  “Really? Where?”

  “Oh… around town.”

  Rachel frowned a little. Around town? Surely she couldn’t have met the only person around here who didn’t watch her TV show?

  “Did I say something wrong?”

  “No, not at all. It just feels unnerving when people know me but I don’t know them.”

  “You’re not into rugby, then?” He looked up at her with a grin.

  Suddenly light dawned and she sat back in her chair. “You’re the All Black!” She slapped the palm of her hand against her forehead. “Of course! I’ve heard about you. How could I have been so dumb?”

  “Maybe because you don’t follow rugby?”

  She laughed. “I’m the only one in my family who
doesn’t. Probably the only one in my family who wouldn’t recognize you. How come you don’t play now?”

  He tapped one sturdy knee. “Cartilage damage. I could have gone on and had an operation and driven my body into the ground, but there were other things I wanted to do.”

  She was about to ask what those things were, when her phone buzzed and she took it out of her pocket. She glanced at it, heart sinking, and slid it onto the table away from her.

  “Take it if you want.”

  “No. It’s no one I want to speak to.”

  He glanced at the image which had appeared on the phone. A frown briefly fell onto his broad strong face as she quickly switched off the phone.

  “So… what were these other things you wanted to do?” she asked.

  “Lead a real life.”

  His answer was so profound, so unlike the superficial chat she usually had with men, that she was stunned. “That’s… that’s quite something.”

  He cocked his head to one side. “Why?”

  “Most people, from my experience, want anything but real.”

  “Like what?”

  “They want glamor, excitement, sensation.” She waved her hands expansively. “Fame and fortune.”

  “Is that what you want?”

  It was a question no one had ever asked her before. People always assumed she’d sought out her high profile career for one reason—to be famous—and wished to continue on that path for the same reason.

  “I… I’m not sure.” She shrugged. “Maybe I did once.”

  He leaned forward. “And now?”

  She felt uncomfortable. This conversation was getting way too serious, way too quickly.

  “And now?” She laughed. “I’m here, aren’t I? In this backwater, tucked away from the rest of the world. What do you think?”

  His face fell. He knew she was avoiding the question and was disappointed by the answer.

  “Anyway,” she continued. “Where have you seen me before? I’m intrigued.”

  “I run every day and I’ve seen you at the house on the point. In the garden. I saw you up a tree once.”

 

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