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back, he left, forcing knees that trembled to carry him up the stairs and into his room. He lowered himself to the chair at his desk and dropped his head to his hands, did what he could to quieten the scream stretching through hisbrain.
    Teach Jo to cook?
    Impossible.
    His chest pounded in time with his temples. Blood surged in his ears, deafening him. He didn’t know how long it took for the pounding to slow, for his chest to unclench, and for his breathing to regain a more natural rhythm. It felt like a lifetime.
    Eventually he lifted his head. He couldn’t teach her to cook. She’d saved his brother’s lifeand he owed her, but he couldn’t teach her to cook.
    He rose and went to the double glass doors. With the curtains pushed back they stood open to the moonlight. Below, starlight dappled navy water. He couldn’t teach her to cook, but he could do everything else she’d asked of him. He could ensure that Russ didn’t have one thing to worry about on Mac’s account.
    One week of halfway humanbehaviour? He could manage that.
    He thought back to the way he’d just left the dining room and dragged a hand through his hair. She must think him a madman. Hauling in a breath, he rested his forehead against cool glass. He might not be able to help her on the cooking front, but could he help her in her search for a new vocation?
    The sooner she found a new direction the sooner she’dgo, leaving him in peace again. A low, savage laugh scraped from his throat. He would never find peace. He didn’t deserve it. But he could have her gone. He’d settle for that.
    * * *
    Mac had been awake for over an hour before he heard Jo’s firm tread on the stairs. She moved past his door and on to the bedroom at the end. No doubt to clean it, as she’d promised. The need for caffeinepounded through him. So far he’d resisted it—not ready to face Jo yet.
    He blamed the light pouring in at the windows. It had disorientated him.
    Liar.
It wasn’t the light but a particular woman he found disorientating.
    He could bolt down to the kitchen now, while she was busy up here.
    Yeah, like
that
would convince her to tell Russ all was fine and dandy. He flung the coversback, pulled on a clean pair of jeans and a sweater, and stomped into the en-suite bathroom to splash water on his face. He stood by his bedroom door, counted to three, dragging in a breath on each count before opening it.
    ‘Morning, Jo,’ he called out. Amazingly his voice didn’t emerge all hoarse and croaky as he’d expected.
    She appeared at the end of the hallway. ‘Good morning. Sleepwell?’
    Surprisingly, he had. ‘Yeah, thanks.’ He remembered his manners. ‘And you?’
    ‘No.’
    She didn’t add any further explanation. He took a step towards her, careful to keep the right side of his face to her. With all the curtains on this level now open there was a lot of light to contend with.
    ‘Is there something wrong with your room? The bed? The mattress?’
    She laughedand something inside him unhitched. ‘I never sleep well in a new place the first night. Plus, I did a lot of driving yesterday and that always makes me feel unsettled. I’ll sleep like a dream tonight.’
    He rolled his shoulders. ‘How long did you drive for?’
    ‘Five hours.’
    Five hours?
And she’d arrived to... His stomach churned. She’d arrived to his bitterness, resentment and utterrudeness.
    ‘Mac, we need to talk about my duties.’
    That snapped him to.
    ‘I mean, do you want me to make you a full cooked breakfast each morning? What about lunch?’
    He noticed she didn’t give him any quarter as far as dinner went. ‘I’ll help myself for breakfast and lunch.’
    ‘Not a breakfast person, huh?’
    He wasn’t. He opened his mouth. He closed it again and waitedfor a lecture.
    ‘Me neither,’ she confessed. ‘Most important meal of the day, blah, blah, blah.’ She rolled her eyes. ‘Just give me a coffee before I kill you.’
    He laughed, but he was still careful to