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“Queensland.”

“What part of Queensland?”

Mack drew in a shallow breath. “Brisbane. Riverside.”

He waited for the penny to drop but she just gave him a small self-conscious smile as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. “I guess I should have a shower before dinner,” she said. “Um... Where will I find a towel?”

Mack reached past her to open a cupboard and taking out a taupe-colored towel handed it to her, his fingers meeting hers in the briefest of touches.

She stepped back as if he had burned her. “Thanks...”

Mack’s fingers were still tingling when he heard her click and bolt the bathroom door a few moments later...

Alex grimaced as she saw her face in the speckled mirror above the green 1930’s pedestal basin. Her hair was sweaty and lank from the heat and her face looked drawn and tired from hours on the road. She slipped out of her dusty clothes and stood under the hit-and-miss spray of the shower, trying not to think of Mack’s tall, hard body standing in the same spot just hours before.

Naked...

She tugged herself away from her thoughts, more than a little shocked at her wantonness. But as her hand cupped the smooth creamy pearl of the soap to her wet body, her skin began to crawl with electrifying sensations as if those long, tanned fingers that had accidentally touched hers a few minutes ago were now exploring her in intimate detail...

There was a short sharp rap at the door. “Alexandria?”

Alex dropped the soap with a little thud. “Y-yes?”

His voice was faintly muffled through the door but it still made all the fine hairs on her naked body lift to attention. “There’s a drought out here, remember? Go easy on the water.”

“Oh...right...” she said, feeling foolish as she turned off the tap and reached for the towel. “I’m coming out now.”

Mack felt his nostrils begin to flare as soon as Alex walked into the kitchen where he was assembling a salad. The faint trace of wisteria—or was it honeysuckle?...toyed with his senses. So too did the sight of her dressed in a short sundress with tiny shoestring straps over her slim, lightly tanned shoulders. Her small but perfectly formed breasts were unrestrained; he could see their slight movement beneath the close-fitting cotton as she reached for a stool to perch on close to where he was working.

Too close.