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    Maz fell forward onto the bar at the languid memory of it. “Oh god, yes.” She felt so relaxed that she wanted to slither to a heap on the ground and fall into a blissful sleep.
    “Now correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t Joe the guy who quote ‘ruined you for life’?”
    “Okay, so I may have said that one night after too many white wines but I got over him.” Sort of. Well, Maz was pretty sure she had until that moment in the gym. But then, that was just sex. Sex didn’t count in the “getting over someone” stakes.
    “You know I always thought you two would get married.”
    Maz had thought the same but that had been a long time ago when she was foolish enough to believe in happily ever after. “You thought wrong.” Maz believed in fidelity. Joe had broken her heart. Hmmm, and yet I just had sex with him. I’ll worry about that tomorrow . “Not everyone has to get married.”
    “Who’s getting married?” Blue sauntered in at that moment and dumped his hat on a nearby barstool.
    Merlene grabbed a glass. “You and your mate Dusty.”
    “Oh bugger off, I like women.” Blue was appalled at her words.
    “Pity they don’t like you,” the barkeeper replied with a snort.
    “I could tell you some stories.” Blue nodded to Dusty as he wandered in.
    “And they would be just that, stories.”
    Dusty looked concerned as he approached them. “Do you think Patto’s turned—you know…?”
    Maz smiled. She had an inkling what Dusty was thinking but she decided to play along. “No. What are you on about?” The thought that Joe, the local hero to all these men could be considered gay was amusing. If they only knew the truth about some of their most manly male acquaintances.
    “Well, Johnno said the inside of that fancy gym is painted pink.” Dusty’s tone was uncomfortable. “Well, pink’s not a man’s color is it?”
    Blue almost choked on his beer. “Pull your head in, you nong, as if Patto would be one of those fancy boys. He played cricket and footy. I bet he shagged half the ladies in Sydney.”
    Merlene and Maz rolled their eyes. That was what the measure of a man was to some of the locals in Amberwarra Falls. If you played sport you were unquestionably a man and any other inference was wrong.
    At that moment, Joe walked into the pub. His eyes locked with Maz’s and she felt her heart beat a crazy tattoo. How she ever thought she could forget him was beyond her.
    “What are we talking about?” Joe asked as he stood in front of Maz, only the width of the bar separating them.
    Maz had the crazy urge to reach out and touch him. It was madness of course. She had lived without Joe for this long and one moment of passion was not likely to have changed that. “There is the assumption that because the gym is painted pink it means you’re gay.”
    Joe’s eyes never left hers. “Well, we know that’s not right, don’t we?”
    Maz blushed. She had a horrible feeling Joe was going to tell everyone they had just had sex in the pink gym. And while what people thought of her was irrelevant, it was more that it would get back to her Auntie Beryl who would start planning a wedding. To Beryl, sleeping with a man was a decree of engagement. While her mother may have been different, Maz had grown up with Beryl and she knew how her aunt thought.
    “I can’t be gay, as I play footy.”
    Blue slapped Joe’s back. “’Told ya.”
    “I need to speak to you about your personal training schedule.” Joe’s attention returned to Maz, his voice full of meaning.
    Merlene didn’t miss it. “Personal, huh?” She winked at them.
    “I am not doing any training, personal or otherwise.”
    “Chicken.” Joe’s looked at her in challenge.
    “Whatever.” Maz wasn’t about to get into a fight with Joe with so many spectators.
    “I’d like to train with you, Joe.” Dusty seemed keen on the idea.
    Merlene smiled at that. “He’s busy with Maz at the moment.”
    “Yeah, but she’s a girl. It’s