She nodded. ‘For several weeks. I’ll be running the farm.’ He looked down at his boots, in an attempt to hide his amusement. She was too damned cute. ‘Did I say something funny?’ He shook his head. ‘Is Brumby’s Run not a farm? Or is the joke that I will be in charge?’
It was a bit of both, really. Why the hell couldn’t he stop smiling? Maybe better to change the subject. ‘There’s never much in Mary’s fridge at the best of times. How about I bring back some steaks, along with the chaff?’ She considered the matter for the longest time. It annoyed him, how he was hanging on her decision.
‘I’d like that,’ she said at last, her eyes meeting his. He took off down the track, feeling like he’d won the lottery, and wondering why.
Sam watched Drew’s utility spin its wheels, take off down the driv
