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should be getting back. Luke’s waiting on these.”
    It was the perfect moment to say, “I’m heading there myself, so see you soon.” Or take a deep breath and admit, “Rosie, I am Beth Sloane…Light is my married name.” But Liz didn’t. Couldn’t.
    Instead she said goodbye, paid for her petrol, got back into her car and fastened her seat belt. And sat. Deeply ashamed…and relieved she’d gotten away with it.
    A horn tooted behind her, reminding her to move. Starting up the engine she pulled forward into the car park and picked up her cell phone. The incident had proved one thing. She wasn’t ready for the camp. With trembling hands, Liz sent Luke a text message.
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    Sorry, can’t make it. But the cavalry is coming.
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    At home, she dropped her keys on the polished mahogany hall table, then hesitated. From the lounge the mantle clock chimed the hour with silvery bells, the sound trembling through the house.
    Coward .
    Liz climbed the stairs to her bedroom, dominated by the dark, intricately carved four-poster. She’d lightened its solemnity with white silk-and-satin bolsters, crisp Egyptian-cotton sheets, the bed overhung with billows of snowy chiffon.
    Her princess bed, Harry had called it, completely at odds with the rest of their furniture, which was classic comfortable.
    When he’d died she’d forced herself to clear his books, his clothes, his golf clubs…determined not to make a shrine to him. But she’d kept one thing. Opening her closet, Liz pushed aside her power suits.
    Her fingers closed on merino wool and she pulled out Harry’s favorite sweater, the faded, misshapen garment he used to haul on for winter gardening, the one she’d always nagged him to throw out.
    I just need a little more time .
    Her grip tightened as she buried her face in it and breathed deeply.
    Sometimes if she tried really, really hard she could still evoke the faint smell of wood smoke, the light astringency of his aftershave, perhaps even a whisper of warmth.
    She stood there a long time but today, it didn’t happen.
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    â€œD AMMIT , I’m driving down.”
    â€œIn your Ferrari, I suppose?” Mobile phone pressed between ear and shoulder, Luke picked up his spanner and tightened the bolts on the bunk he was assembling in one of the new dorms. “Yep, that’ll make the locals feel like helping out the poor little rich boys.”
    â€œFine,” Christian said grudgingly. “I’ll borrow Kezia’s car.” Despite his predicament, Luke grinned. His partner’s wife insisted on driving a station wagon, a newer model than the one she’d once pursued Christian in, but still affectionately derided by her husband as an H.O.S…heap of shit.
    â€œWe’ve been over this. I’m the ex-foster kid who got us into this. You’re the guy in the black hat.” Christian Kelly had spearheaded the original hotel proposal that had generated such heated opposition.
    â€œThen I’ll ask Jord to fly back from Sydney to—”
    â€œWhat? Come be diplomatic and unobtrusive?” Months earlier, the Beacon Bay Chronicle had raised concerns about Jordan King’s fitness to be a camp trustee after a respected columnist questioned his ethics. Though the disparaging story had been disproved—and Jordan was shortly to marry the journalist—they’d decided it was politic for him to stay away until the camp opened. “Besides, you two need to keep earning the big bucks to pay for this.”
    They’d been naive about the level of sponsorship the camp would attract and were way over their original budget.
    Luke hesitated before he added, “If the camp doesn’t get new sponsors soon—”
    â€œI’ll tell the tobacco companies we’ll put a cigar in every kid’s welcome pack,” Christian finished for him. “One problem at a time, buddy. Right now,