A Wedding In Warragurra. Fiona Lowe

setting the hammock swinging wildly. He wasn’t up to discussing this with Sasha when his reaction to Kate confused the hell out of him. He rolled out of the hammock and stretched his arms down for her. ‘Time for bed.’

      ‘Da-ad.’

      He hauled her out of the hammock. ‘Come on, hop it. Clean your teeth and get into bed. Otherwise you’ll never get Anne of Green Gables finished.’

      The promise of reading time had Sasha dashing for the door, her question about Kate forgotten.

      A long breath shuddered out of his lungs. If only he could find Kate that easy to forget.