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drove to a deserted street somewhere and sat in his car. What possible good could come out of going to a place rampant with memories of them? She had a boyfriend, for fuck’s sake.
    But he just wanted to be alone with her. To finally talk. They were long overdue for one and they’d always been honest with each other out there.
    She folded her arms, her chin jutting out. Challenge accepted. “Fine.”
    *     *     *
    Selena tried to forget where they were going as they rode past the Goodbye from Jumbuck Springs sign. “I can’t believe you still have Rhonda,” she said, trying to distract herself as she looked around the inside. The vehicle had been ten years old when Jarrod had bought it.
    So many memories.
    “She just keeps going and going. Can’t trade her in. It’d be disloyal.”
    Selena rolled her head along the headrest until she was looking at the hard blade of his cheekbone and the square set to his jaw. She didn’t think he was having a dig at her, but she could see the parallel. Jarrod was a loyal guy. She had no doubt in her head that he would have been loyal to her forever.
    And that wasn’t nothing in this era of easy divorce.
    Lights from the dash illuminated his strong profile and the soft layer of ginger whiskers. She itched to run her fingers over it, feel it prickling against her palm. He’d taken his tie off, undone the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves a long time ago. The light played across the corded muscles of his forearms and the blond hairs.
    She could smell his aftershave and breathed it in for old time’s sake.
    He glanced at her briefly before looking back at the road. “About last night …”
    “It really is okay, Jarrod. You said some stuff you shouldn’t have. I said some stuff I shouldn’t have. It was bound to happen with us. With so much … unfinished business between us.”
    He glanced at her quickly again. “Yes.”
    Selena sighed. Her grandmother was right. She did owe him an explanation for running out on him like that, without saying goodbye. The real explanation, not the fake ‘sudden opportunity in the city’ Grandy had been left to dish out.
    It had been a shitty thing to do then and not trying to give him an honest explanation now would be even shittier.
    The sign to Hobson’s Crossing approached, and he slowed the dual cab down. “You returned all my letters,” he said as he turned off the bitumen onto gravel.
    Selena looked out the window as the landscape changed from stubbly paddocks to gum trees and bush, the headlights illuminating the powdery dust and the rutted corrugations of the dirt road.
    “I had to go cold turkey, Jarrod,” she said, turning her head to face him again. His knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. “It was always all or nothing with us.”
    He slowed the car as it dipped down to the narrow cement crossing that divided Hobson’s Creek in two. The creek was one of the many watercourses that were fed by the springs about an hour’s drive further west and after which Jumbuck Springs was named. When it rained enough, the water would flood over the cement causeway.
    But from what Selena could tell from the flash of moonlight on water as they passed, they were in no danger of that.
    “I don’t remember the creek ever being that low,” she mused.
    “Lowest it’s been in forty years, apparently.”
    The dual cab approached the parking area that overlooked the swimming hole. Popular with families during the day, and horny teenagers with only one thing on their minds at night, it was currently deserted.
    “Jarrod?” she said as he drove straight by. “Where are you going?” It was a rhetorical question.
    She knew where he was heading.
    “We’re so close,” he said, his eyes fixed on the road. “Aren’t you curious to see the old hangout?”
    Their own private lovers’ lane? She shouldn’t be, but now she was here she could feel the tug of curiosity. Maybe it was the moonlight. Or the