of art.
He thought about the way she’d touched him a few minutes ago. Imagined—
‘What’s the food like in Mongolia?’ she asked.
Jake blinked, dragged his mind into gear. ‘Er…do you mean the traditional food of the locals, or what we eat on the mine site?’
‘Both, I guess.’
‘Our cook serves mainly western food, but the Mongolians eat mutton. Loads of mutton. They even drink the mutton fat. It’s no place for vegetarians.’
Mattie wrinkled her nose. ‘I rather like Mongolian lamb.’
‘The meals in Asian restaurants here in Sydney are nothing like the mutton eaten out on the steppe.’
Mattie accepted this with a shrug. ‘Do you live in barracks, or one of those little round tents?’
‘I have a tent. They call it a ger.’
‘It sounds rather primitive.’
‘Actually, gers aren’t too bad. The walls are made out of layers of felt and they’re quite snug. In winter we have a stove for heating and in summer we can roll up the sides for ventilation.’
‘It’s a very different world, isn’t it?’ she said, glancing out through a window to the city lights.
‘That’s part of the attraction for me. Then again, I grew up in a remote part of the Outback, so I suppose that made it easier for me to fit in.’
Her blue eyes challenged him. ‘Why do you work there?’
Jake had been asked this question before, but suddenly, when Mattie asked him, he wished he had higher motives. There was no point, however, in trying to pretend he was a paragon of virtue.
‘I’m footloose and fancy free,’ he said, aware that his jaw was jutting at a defensive angle. ‘And the job offered a chance to see a really different part of the world. But the big drawcard is that it pays very well.’
He expected to read disapproval in her eyes. To his surprise, she smiled. ‘And when you’re on leave you can party hard.’
‘Mostly.’
The obvious fact that he’d been partying when Mattie had arrived on his doorstep and the equally obvious fact that he was nowhere near a party right now was not something Jake wanted to analyse too closely.
‘Tell me more about your paintings,’ he said quickly to change the subject.
Mattie dismissed this with a graceful wave of her hand. ‘They’re just illustrations for a children’s book.’
‘Do you plan to write the story as well?’
She nodded.
‘Have you been published?’
‘Uh-huh. I’ve had three books published so far.’
‘No kidding?’ He knew his eyes were wide with surprise. ‘That’s terrific. I’ve never met an author.’
‘Most people don’t think of me as a real author. They assume that children’s stories are incredibly easy to write.’
‘How could they be easy, when they’re created entirely out of your imagination? And you don’t just write the stories, you do the illustrations as well. Aren’t children supposed to be the harshest critics of all?’
She nodded and smiled, clearly pleased by his enthusiasm.
‘What are your stories about?’
Now Mattie looked embarrassed. ‘Nothing you’d be interested in.’ She poked her chopsticks into the noodles at the bottom of her bowl.
‘Try me.’
‘Don’t laugh,’ she ordered.
‘Wouldn’t dream of it.’
‘They’re about a little girl called Molly.’ Carefully, she laid the chopsticks across her bowl and sat back, arms folded.
‘And…’ Jake prompted.
‘Molly’s actually a white witch and, when her parents aren’t looking, she has all sorts of adventures. She goes around doing secret good deeds and terrific acts of heroism.’
Just like her creator, Jake thought, and suddenly he was struggling to hide his amusement.
Mattie’s eyes blazed. ‘I knew you’d laugh.’
‘I’m not laughing.’ Why couldn’t he stop smiling? ‘Honestly. I’m seriously impressed. I’m sure Molly’s stories are very popular.’
‘They seem to be.’ Mattie sniffed, then rolled her eyes, as if she hoped he would drop the subject.
To make amends, Jake said quickly, ‘Would you like to go somewhere for coffee?’
She almost glared at him. ‘Don’t you have other plans?’
Across the table their gazes met, and held. Mattie’s eyes were very blue and steady and Jake had the distinct impression she was about to decline his invitation. Which was wise, wasn’t it? After all, they weren’t planning to hook up. To go on somewhere else for coffee implied taking another step—in completely the wrong direction.
Before he could think of a way to extricate himself from this trap of his own making, Mattie smiled slowly.
‘Coffee sounds good,’ she said and her smile deepened, revealing an enchanting dimple. ‘Your place or mine?’
He couldn’t help returning her smile. She was cleverly letting him off the hook, placing them back on their correct footing. As flatmates. For one more day.
‘Try my place,’ he said smoothly. ‘It’s very handy—just around the corner.’
A breeze was blowing in from the harbour and it buffeted them as they walked home, making it hard to talk. When they reached the flat, Brutus was as eager to see Jake as he was to see Mattie. Jake laughed as he gave the little dog a scratch behind his silky ears.
Mattie offered to get the coffee started, but she wasn’t at all surprised when Jake announced that perhaps he would go into the city for a bit, after all. She wasn’t surprised, but she was disappointed, which was utterly silly. She knew she didn’t want to get involved with him. But she also knew she was the kind of girl men left behind when something better came along.
She waved him off with a bright smile. ‘Have a good evening.’
‘You too.’
‘And if you take Roy out tomorrow, I hope you have a good time.’
‘Thanks.’
Jake paused on the front step and looked back at her as she lifted a hand to hold back her windblown hair. She twisted a strand lightly around one finger and tucked it behind her ear. There was nothing flirtatious about the gesture, but Jake seemed to be transfixed. His gaze scalded her as he stared at her hand, and then at her hair, at her ear.
His interest was so intense that Mattie couldn’t breathe. She swayed against the door frame and her legs threatened to give way. She’d never really understood what swooning involved, but she was certain that if Jake had touched her at that moment she would most definitely have swooned.
But Jake gave a slight shake of his head and the possibility vanished. ‘Would you come?’ he asked.
‘Pardon?’ Mattie felt dizzy and confused. What was he asking? Surely he wasn’t inviting her to go out with him for a fun-filled night on the town?
‘Tomorrow,’ he said with a smile. ‘When I take Roy out, will you come too?’
Whoosh! It was like having a bucket of cold water dumped on her head. A chilling dash of reality. Now Mattie knew without a shadow of a doubt that Jake hadn’t followed her