Chapter Eleven
HEAT SEARED UP MITCHELL’S neck and made him glance away so that neither Jessie nor Jay could see his face.
What an intimate detail for Jessie to know about him! That definitely fell into the “too much information” basket.
“Let’s eat,” Jessie announced as they walked back into the kitchen shed full of twenty men.
Mitchell found a seat and smiled at the man opposite him.
“Hey.” The worker, who was obviously a shearer from his burly arms and stray bits of white wool on his shirt, nodded at him and kept eating.
Mitchell reached for the bread and scooped some shepherd’s pie onto his plate. This was where he felt at home, with country men like him.
Something caught his eye and he turned to the left. Jay was staring at him while taking a drink from his glass. Mitchell locked
