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out her hands, frustrated by his teasing. ‘Tell me now.’
    Harry grinned. ‘Luwaks are an alternative to conventional coffee processing. They process the beans internally.’ He grinned again as she shrugged and shook her head, obviously not getting it. ‘You don’t pick the beans off the trees—you follow the luwaks around with a shovel.’
    ‘They poo it?’ Bonnie blinked. ‘You’re kidding me?’
    Harry laughed out loud and suddenly the rapport between them was back in full force. ‘I kid you not.’
    He patted her shoulder. ‘You get to try some soon. Luwaks only choose to eat the very best coffee beans, and they have a great internal processing unit that still leaves the coffee bean whole when they’re.’ he paused and grinned again ‘… finished with it.’
    Bonnie shook her head. ‘No way.’ When had they discussed this? Had Wayan said that in the bus? How would this be the most expensive coffee in the world?
    ‘They wash the beans,’ Harry said blandly, but she could see the unholy amusement in his eyes. Just looking at him made her smile and boosted her fragile self-esteem that Jeremy had injured so badly. That was the point when she should have run away.
    Bonnie screwed up her face and Harry laughed out loud. ‘Double dare you.’
    Drink second-hand coffee beans? ‘I don’t think so.’
    ‘In the States it sells for more than a hundred bucks a pound. Not something you’ll have a lot of chance to try again.’
    True. But who’d want to? She followed Harry through to the coffee tables, where the rest of the group were ordering their coffee, and before she knew it she was sitting beside Harry with a steaming cup of black brew in front of her.
    And everyone else seemed to be tasting it.
Ew.
    She looked around again and the Portuguese girls were chatting up the chefs as they sipped, and everyone still looked happy with their experience.
    She was the only one not drinking. Even Harry had his cup.
    Bonnie took a cautious sip. ‘It tastes a bit like mocha.’
    Harry raised his eyebrows. ‘Is that what that is?’
    He could tease. She put her cup down. ‘Well, at least I tried it.’
    Harry gave up his short-lived attempt to keep his distance with her. She delighted him with her honesty. She couldn’t hide a single thought with those straightforward eyes of hers. Talk about windows to the soul. They telegraphed every thought and emotion like a green neon sign. Scary, and despite her antsy, prickly little exterior he could feel the need to protect her from the world like a growing seed inside him.
    Hopefully that little weed of concern for her would die from lack of sunlight when she flew away. But for the moment he could give in to these crazy feelings because she’d only be there for a few days and he had no plans.
    He could feel the chuckle in his chest as she manfully swallowed the coffee she didn’t want. He reached across the table and scooped her hand into his, and shelet her fingers lie there. It felt good to have her warm and protected by him. He tried not to see the grin of Wayan, who’d never seen Harry so circumspect with a young woman in all the time he’d known him.
    Bonnie couldn’t remember the last time she’d held hands with a man. Her fiancé hadn’t been into handholding and it had almost been worth a taste of kopi luwak coffee for the buzz of feeling a situation she hadn’t tried before.
    Like she belonged with Harry for this minute anyway. She was having a holiday fling, almost. Good grief. Her girlfriends in Darwin would be whooping with joy.
    ‘Come on, the bus is leaving, you can leave the last bit. We get to find our bikes now and the real fun begins.’ They held hands all the way to the bus and it felt ‘nice’.
    Back on the bus, this time his hip returned to rest against hers again and their knees bumped companion-ably together as the bus ground down the hill. It was as good as she’d remembered and she smiled secretly at her own reflection in the