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go absolutely nuts for the place. She just stood there and admired the heck out of it, not noticing a rhythmic squeaking sound until it stopped.
    She glanced towards the space where the noise had been to find a young girl staring at her. Her small hands were wrapped about the handles of a swing, legs locked straight as she used her feet as a brake to halt her progress through the air. Her long dark hair was pulled back by a yellow headband and flickering in the light breeze.
    She must have been six or seven, around the same age as her brother, Brendan’s eldest girl, but with her loose footless pink tights and pink floral shoes browned by mud she was deliciously messy where Violet and Olivia were always picture perfect. As always happened when unexpected thoughts of her favourite girls came to her, Meg’s heart gave an anguished little skip. The skip was always part love, part fear.
    Right now they were such innocents. But without their mum around any more to give them balance they were becoming deeply indoctrinated into the Kelly way of life. Meg’s greatest hope was that somehow, some way, they would have a choice in how their lives turned out that she’d never had. And that being the granddaughters of Quinn Kelly didn’t eventually smother those sweet natures for good.
    ‘Hi,’ the young girl said, and Meg blinked to find herself on the other end of a long, flat, intense stare.
    Shoving her concern for the next generation deep down inside where it couldn’t shake her, she took a deep breath and smiled.
    ‘Hiya,’ Meg said.
    The little girl shuffled her feet through the muddy ground till her legs dangled beneath the rubber swing and her hands slid down the chains. ‘I’m Ruby,’ she said.
    ‘It’s a great pleasure to meet you, Ruby. I’m Meg.’
    Ruby’s mouth twisted as she fearlessly stared Meg down. Meg bit back a smile. She was being sized up.
    When Ruby came back with ‘I’m seven and a half,’ she knew she’d come up to muster.
    ‘Seven and a half ? That’s impressive. I’m a tad older than seven too, and I’m lost. Any chance you can read a map?’ Meg waved hers back and forth.
    Ruby merely blinked at Meg, giving her time to work out the answer for herself.
    ‘No?’ Meg slowly tucked the map back into the front of her dress. ‘Fair enough. I couldn’t read a map at seven any better than I can now.’
    From nowhere her father’s voice came to her. How simple do you have to be not to be able to tell up from down, girl? She placed a hand over her thudding heart and begged it to calm down.
    And for good measure found herself, once again, cursing Zach Jones.
    It was his fault the resort menu contained nothing remotely normal, thus sending her out into the blinding heat in search of sustenance. It was his indifference that had made her crave comfort chocolate in the first place. He’d started the chain reaction that was bringing up long-since-buried feelings now fanning out like a swarm of angry bees whose nest had been poked with a really big stick. She had no idea what one was meant to do to mollify angry bees, but as for her…
    Her hand fell limply to her side as she sniffed the air. ‘What’s that heavenly smell?’
    ‘Chocolate muffins,’ Ruby said. ‘My nanny cooks them. I don’t like muffins much.’
    ‘You don’t like muffins? And you call yourself a seven-year-old!’
    Ruby’s mouth quirked ever so slightly. Her eyes narrowed for several moments before claiming, ‘My dad likes them so I get her to make them for him so he can take them to work and I just eat the leftovers.’
    ‘I see.’ Meg licked her lips and looked to where the smell was coming from. The sight of that dramatic dwelling reposing peacefully, silently, privately within the forest had her letting out a long, slow, soothing breath. ‘That is one amazing house you have there, Miss Ruby.’
    ‘It’s not mine. It’s my dad’s.’
    Meg’s eyes swerved back to Ruby to find her toes had slunk together, her