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it was the most amazing, joyfilled revelation.
    Most of all, the knowledge that she’d brought him equal pleasure was the cause of deep, deep satisfaction to her.
    She was just about to tell him this when another huge crack tore the night air and the big old gum outside gave up its struggle to stay upright in the rain-sodden earth. With a crash, it cannoned down the hillside into the side of the shed.
    They both moved convulsively, and Adam wrapped her securely in his arms. But although everything rattled, and a few things fell down, the shed withstood the impact.
    ‘How do you feel?’ he asked, after they’d waited with bated breath for more mayhem and none had come.
    ‘Wonderful,’ she said softly. ‘I’ve never felt like thatbefore. I can’t believe it.’ Little lines of laughter creased beside her eyes. ‘I mean…’ She hesitated and changed tack. ‘How about you?’
    An expression she couldn’t identify crossed his eyes. But it was with his lips quirking that he said, ‘Wonderful.’ He sobered. ‘Bridget—’
    ‘No.’ She put a finger to his lips. ‘I don’t want to dissect it. I just want to go on feeling wonderful.’
    ‘Then let’s see if we can get a bit of sleep. Comfortable?’
    ‘Mmm…’ she murmured drowsily.
    They fell asleep in each other’s arms, until dawn filtered through the grimy shed windows and they heard a helicopter’s rotors beating overhead.
    ‘Bridget—’ Adam said, and stopped.
    Here it comes, Bridget thought, the parting of the ways, the thing that had been on her mind ever since she’d woken in his arms and been flooded by the memory of their lovemaking.
    She wore—they both wore—State Emergency Services orange coveralls. Hers were way too big for her—but far better to be hoisted into a helicopter in something that nearly smothered her rather than an old towel.
    And they did have to be hoisted into the helicopter, because the ground was too soft and waterlogged for it to land. By contrast, however, it was a bright sunny day, the sky was a clear blue, and the drenching rain, howling winds and pyrotechnics of the night before were like a dream—of the nightmare variety.
    They were still sitting in the helicopter. It had landed on a tarmac driveway, and they were waiting for an ambulance to transport Bridget to the Gold Coast Hospital for a check-up.
    She’d strenuously objected to this, saying she was quite fine, but Adam had sided with the paramedic on the helicopter and she’d been effectively outvoted. She had been uplifted by the news that the family in the car that had been washed away after hers had also been rescued.
    ‘Bridget,’ Adam said for the third time, and put his hand over hers. ‘I’m not for you, and that’s—’
    ‘Not my fault but yours?’ she murmured huskily, in a parody of the old ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ explanation.
    He grimaced. ‘Trite, but unfortunately true.’ He paused. ‘I’m lousy lover material, and I’d be terrible husband material.’
    ‘Lousy lover material?’ she whispered. ‘I have to beg to differ.’
    He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles. ‘You’re sweet, but it was just one of those things.’
    Bridget considered. It had seemed to her, from the moment they’d woken to the sound of the rotors and both leapt out of bed, covering themselves with whatever they could find and racing out to flag down the helicopter, that they’d been tied to each other by an invisible string.
    She reconsidered. As if they belonged to each other! But she’d certainly felt that, and could she have been so wrong?
    She recalled the way he’d taken her back inside theshed and helped her into the voluminous coveralls, how they’d laughed a little together as she’d all but drowned in them. How he’d kissed her and told her it had to be an improvement on a horse rug.
    Then they’d used a double harness to winch them up—he had seemed to know all about it, and also to know one of the crew—and she’d gone