Her Outback Cowboy (Prickle Creek) by Annie Seaton

Author:Annie Seaton [Seaton, Annie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: contemporary romance, Entangled, Bliss, sweet romance, romance, cowboy, Australia, Australian Rural Romance, Outback, Returning home, City girl, country boy, Opposites Attract, Reunited lovers, First Love
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2017-06-18T18:00:00+00:00

When Garth spread the old yellow-and-black-chequered picnic blanket on the red dirt, Lucy looked at him from beneath lowered lashes. She could have sworn it was the same one he’d had in his old ute when they’d swum at the dam the summer before he’d left Spring Downs. She’d spent quite a few afternoons lying on that rug. After his year twelve exams were over, on that glorious summer holiday before Garth had left town, she’d taken every opportunity to spend nights out at Prickle Creek Farm with Gran and Pop. Mum and Dad had teased her; they’d known full well that the attraction was not the farm or her grandparents. It had been an idyllic summer; she and Garth had swum and hiked and fished for yabbies. They’d lain on the old chequered blanket looking at the brilliant stars in the clear night sky and sharing their dreams. They’d tentatively explored each other’s bodies and slept under the moon and stars.

The water in the large battered pot was just short of coming to the boil on the crackling flames. Lucy sat and stared into the yellow, gold, and blue fire, lost in her memories while Garth opened the lid on the bucket and when the bubbles began to rise, he carefully dropped the yabbies in the water. She grinned and glanced down at her watch. It had always been her job to time the cooking.

“Three minutes, I know.” She nodded as Garth held up three fingers. She stood in front of the fire watching the pot swing on the tripod.

How did I let those memories go? Of the wonderful times they’d spent together? It was as though living in the city had pulled a curtain over that part of her life. She hadn’t forgotten those happy weeks; it was just that when Mum and Dad had died, she’d pushed anything to do with Spring Downs and Prickle Creek Farm into a part of her brain that she never ventured into.

Now, sitting out here in the warm night, staring into the flames, the years disappeared and the curtain shifted a little. She explored the memories. It was like probing a sore tooth. Test and pull back, until you knew it wasn’t going to hurt anymore. Garth must have sensed her introspection. He pottered around quietly, and she looked at him gratefully when he lifted two camp chairs and a small fold-up table from the back of the ute.

“I remembered how much you hated the cat’s head prickles,” he said with a smile.

Nostalgia flooded through Lucy. How could she have walked away and never called him? Not once had she contacted Garth after she’d moved to Sydney and started her new life. He’d been relegated to the place where she’d grown up, the place she’d kidded herself she hated.

“One minute to go.” She looked at her watch as she sat down in the comfortable chair. Garth lifted an esky from the ute, and she smiled again as he lifted out a bottle of tomato sauce and a jar of homemade mayonnaise and put them on the table.

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