climbed right up onto the roof of the car to search for any sort of reception. Her hand, holding the mobile, was stretched out above her in a most undignified manner when another vehicle appeared over the horizon.
The four-wheel drive with a Flying Doctors logo on the side slowed alongside her as she slithered down off the bonnet. Casey immediately recognised the driver as Grant Wilkins, Milpinyani’s town doctor for as long as she could remember.
‘Hi, Doc,’ she said with a sheepish smile.
‘Casey?’ He frowned as he peered out the driver’s side window. ‘You in a little trouble?’
She shrugged. ‘Flat tyre, times two.’ Only she could have such shitty luck. ‘D’ya reckon you could give me a lift into town?’
‘To the garage?’ he asked, his words slow and full of meaning.
Her stomach flipped. ‘Yep,’ she said with resignation; she’d planned on facing Joel once she’d settled into her room at the pub, maybe had a drink with Lucky to give herself a little Dutch courage, but just like true love, it looked like the road to divorce wasn’t a smooth one either.
At least she’d have the short drive into town to prepare herself.
***
‘Thanks for the lift.’ Casey forced a smile at Dr Wilkins as they pulled up outside the front of the Milpinyani Springs Service Station, which sat on the main street directly opposite the pub. The wide street also housed the general store, an old-fashioned hardware store, the school and a tiny church that was only used now for weddings, christenings and funerals. If you drove down the main street and blinked, you’d miss the little town altogether.
‘Are you all right?’
The doctor’s words jolted Casey’s thoughts and she realised she’d been dithering. ‘Fine,’ she said, taking a quick breath and opening the passenger door. ‘Thanks again. See you later.’
Her handbag hitched over her shoulder, she headed towards the old building, hoping against hope that Joel had called in sick today and she’d get to deal with his uncle. The shop where you paid for your petrol was deserted. She followed the familiar smells of engine oil, old exhaust fumes and degreasers, and the loud clanking sounds into the actual workshop.
‘I’ll be with you in a moment,’ called a deep sexy voice—one she knew almost as well as she knew her own.
Her insides contracted and she thought she might actually vomit as she gazed down at two dirty, brown boots sticking out from under a ute. The boots were attached to grease-stained denim-clad legs and her eyes trailed upwards to the bulge in those jeans, just visible before a six-pack disappeared under the vehicle. Red-hot memories of all the times she and Joel had fucked like rabbits in this very place assaulted her senses. The illicit nature of the location and the knowledge his uncle could return at any moment had only enhanced the experience.
In a desperate attempt to bring moisture back into her mouth, she swallowed and fought the impulse to turn and run. Because, let’s face it, leaving town without her wheels was gonna be a problem. Nope, she’d just have to be a grown-up, fight any dangerous, lusty feelings she had for Joel and get straight down to business.
‘No worries,’ she replied, trying to sound light and carefree.
‘Holy shit.’ Joel slid out from under the vehicle, lying on his back, his legs apart as he gazed up at her. She couldn’t resist the pull of her eyes to the impressive bulge in his grubby jeans. Oh hell!
As her body temperature shot to dangerous levels, he slowly stood, wiping the grease on his hands off on his jeans as he did so.
‘Hi, Joel,’ she managed, trying to ignore the heat that flooded through her body as she came face to face with all the masculinity and sex appeal she’d spent a year trying to forget. His navy blue work singlet clung to his chest, highlighting every single muscle she knew intimately. And his dirty-blond hair was still a tad too long; of course on him scruffy
The four-wheel drive with a Flying Doctors logo on the side slowed alongside her as she slithered down off the bonnet. Casey immediately recognised the driver as Grant Wilkins, Milpinyani’s town doctor for as long as she could remember.
‘Hi, Doc,’ she said with a sheepish smile.
‘Casey?’ He frowned as he peered out the driver’s side window. ‘You in a little trouble?’
She shrugged. ‘Flat tyre, times two.’ Only she could have such shitty luck. ‘D’ya reckon you could give me a lift into town?’
‘To the garage?’ he asked, his words slow and full of meaning.
Her stomach flipped. ‘Yep,’ she said with resignation; she’d planned on facing Joel once she’d settled into her room at the pub, maybe had a drink with Lucky to give herself a little Dutch courage, but just like true love, it looked like the road to divorce wasn’t a smooth one either.
At least she’d have the short drive into town to prepare herself.
***
‘Thanks for the lift.’ Casey forced a smile at Dr Wilkins as they pulled up outside the front of the Milpinyani Springs Service Station, which sat on the main street directly opposite the pub. The wide street also housed the general store, an old-fashioned hardware store, the school and a tiny church that was only used now for weddings, christenings and funerals. If you drove down the main street and blinked, you’d miss the little town altogether.
‘Are you all right?’
The doctor’s words jolted Casey’s thoughts and she realised she’d been dithering. ‘Fine,’ she said, taking a quick breath and opening the passenger door. ‘Thanks again. See you later.’
Her handbag hitched over her shoulder, she headed towards the old building, hoping against hope that Joel had called in sick today and she’d get to deal with his uncle. The shop where you paid for your petrol was deserted. She followed the familiar smells of engine oil, old exhaust fumes and degreasers, and the loud clanking sounds into the actual workshop.
‘I’ll be with you in a moment,’ called a deep sexy voice—one she knew almost as well as she knew her own.
Her insides contracted and she thought she might actually vomit as she gazed down at two dirty, brown boots sticking out from under a ute. The boots were attached to grease-stained denim-clad legs and her eyes trailed upwards to the bulge in those jeans, just visible before a six-pack disappeared under the vehicle. Red-hot memories of all the times she and Joel had fucked like rabbits in this very place assaulted her senses. The illicit nature of the location and the knowledge his uncle could return at any moment had only enhanced the experience.
In a desperate attempt to bring moisture back into her mouth, she swallowed and fought the impulse to turn and run. Because, let’s face it, leaving town without her wheels was gonna be a problem. Nope, she’d just have to be a grown-up, fight any dangerous, lusty feelings she had for Joel and get straight down to business.
‘No worries,’ she replied, trying to sound light and carefree.
‘Holy shit.’ Joel slid out from under the vehicle, lying on his back, his legs apart as he gazed up at her. She couldn’t resist the pull of her eyes to the impressive bulge in his grubby jeans. Oh hell!
As her body temperature shot to dangerous levels, he slowly stood, wiping the grease on his hands off on his jeans as he did so.
‘Hi, Joel,’ she managed, trying to ignore the heat that flooded through her body as she came face to face with all the masculinity and sex appeal she’d spent a year trying to forget. His navy blue work singlet clung to his chest, highlighting every single muscle she knew intimately. And his dirty-blond hair was still a tad too long; of course on him scruffy
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