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get her to trust you.”
    “What do I do in the meantime when the police catch her shoplifting? Next time that might not be enough for her. She might...do anything.”
    Hayley’s first instinct was to offer help. Her opinion of Adam had improved slightly. He wasn’t just looking to off-load a problem; he was genuinely concerned about his daughter. She probably could carve out a couple of hours a week for Summer if she really wanted to.
    Then the bellbird called again, reminding her of Leif. She owed Adam and his daughter nothing. Let them leave Hope Mountain. What was it to her?
    The creek, when they came to it, was swollen with rain and rushing, overflowing the near bank and forming a large boggy area stretching ten yards toward them. On the other side of the creek, the coursing water had carved the bank into an undercut.
    “Still need that sugar?” Hayley asked.
    “No worries. I’ll take my shoes off and roll up my pants.”
    “I wouldn’t take my shoes off if I were you. There are broken branches and stones in among the muck. Might even be snakes.”
    That gave him pause, but only for a moment. “I didn’t like these runners much anyway.” He started rolling up his jeans.
    “You must really want that barbecue sauce.”
    Adam startled and gave a shamefaced grin. “To tell you the truth, I almost forgot what I was after. I just knew I had a goal and had to reach it. I guess that sounds crazy to you.”
    “No, not really.” She understood goals, even crazy ones. Her goal was to rebuild her house on the spot her great-grandparents homesteaded and where she’d grown up and had lived as a married woman. She was going to do it despite everyone telling her she was wasting her time and despite what little money she had.
    Sell the land, her city-dwelling divorced parents said. Use the proceeds to buy a house closer to the town, or better yet, in a Melbourne suburb close to one of them. She wouldn’t consider it. So, yes, she understood a man who’d walk through muck for something he wanted.
    Where she and he differed was that she would never ruin a brand-new pair of shoes. When her house had gone up in flames, so had all her possessions. She clothed herself with donations and the odd new item. With so little to her name, everything she owned was precious.
    “Stay here,” Hayley said. “I’ll ride back to the house and bring the sugar to you.”
    “How long will that take? I don’t want to put you out.”
    “Twenty minutes or so, round trip.”
    “I couldn’t ask that of you. It was my bad for not checking the pantry before I started cooking. I’ll take my lumps.”
    Before he stepped into the mud, she raised her hand to stop him. “Wait. I’ll double you.”
    “Beg your pardon?”
    “You can ride behind me. Bo can handle it.” She’d carried an extra passenger plenty of times on the big old carthorse.
    “Well, all right. Thanks.” He studied the problem. “That is one very large horse. How do I get up there?”
    “Over here.” She manoeuvred Bo to a fallen log. After a couple of tries Adam hoisted himself up and swung a leg over the back of the horse. Hayley moved forward to accommodate him. “Don’t sit too far back or you’ll be on Bo’s kidneys. Have you ridden before?”
    “When I was a kid, on my grandfather’s farm.” As he found his balance his hands hovered near her waist for a second before settling on his own legs.
    She gave Bo an encouraging pat and nudged his sides with her heels. “Let’s go home, boy.”
    Bo lifted his enormous hooves with their shaggy white fetlocks and started through the sinking mud toward the creek.
    Hayley hadn’t counted on being so aware of Adam close behind her. The heat from his body warmed her back and with every lurching step of Bo’s, Adam swayed forward, his quadriceps nudging the backs of her thighs. For the first time in many months she was reminded that she was a woman and a sexual being. In close proximity was a man. A very sexy