She hadnât left a message. What would she say? âYou said come back so here I amâ or âHi, just passing through Penola, thought Iâd call inâ.
Peter already knew that wasnât true. He could have even rung Ed, warned him that she was here and that she was going to ring. Perhaps that was why Ed hadnât answered. She shook her head and berated herself. Already she was doing a good job of smothering the hopeful feeling. She looked back at the view. No negativity. Instead she pictured Edâs brother, so different in looks and personality than Ed and yet she liked him. He was kind, that was obvious from his offer of a place to stay, and he had the most beautiful eyes. They were the same colour as Edâs, blue, but they had a different hue. Edâs were darker. Peteâs were clear light blue with a look that made you want to fall into his arms. She shook herself. Not that she was going to. Ed was the reason she was here.
Once more she looked at her phone.
She gritted her teeth and pushed out of the chair. It was all very well to sit drinking coffee in the sunshine but what was she going to do next? Did she stay another day? If she didnât where would shego? Not back to Adelaide. Sheâd have to admit to Cass that sheâd stuffed up. Sheâd already sent her friend a text last night saying sheâd arrived safely and all was well.
âNo going back, Taylor,â she muttered.
She rinsed her cup and straightened the kitchen chair sheâd sat on to eat her meal last night. In the bedroom she pulled up the sheet on the bed then sat on it. Now what? Sheâd showered last night and her towel still hung over the door. She plucked it down and set off along the passage. Maybe another shower would help her to think.
Pete dashed back to his cottage. It was nearly time to open the cellar door. He wanted to grab a bite to eat and change his shirt. He jammed some cheese and tomato between two pieces of bread and went in search of his cellar door shirt.
His day had gone relatively well so far considering the start heâd had. The tanker had been a bit late but the process had gone smoothly. He wasnât quite sure how he was going to man the cellar door and juggle the rest of his jobs but he was hoping Noelene wouldnât be too long.
There was no work shirt in his wardrobe, so he rummaged in the laundry basket. He had three of them, usually he kept one over at the cellar door but it hadnât been there. Heâd just have to wear a different shirt. What did it matter? Ed was the one whoâd decided they needed the shirts. Pete tugged his t-shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Then he remembered heâd done the washing a couple of days ago. His shirts would be on the line. He stepped out his back door and stopped. Heâd completely forgotten about Taylor. Her van was still parked at the front of the quarters.
He plucked a shirt from the line. It was a bit creased but it would do.
âHello.â
He turned at the sound of her voice. Sheâd come from the track that led out to the road.
âMorning,â he said and slipped his arms into his shirt.
She came to a stop just beyond the crumbling fence that marked the edge of his yard. He couldnât see her eyes but she was smiling at him from under a broad straw hat. It was one of the assorted leftovers from the quarters.
âIâve been for a walk but itâs getting quite hot.â
âSorry, I havenât had time to call in.â Pete couldnât believe heâd forgotten all about her. âAre you getting on all right?â
âFine.â
He fumbled with his buttons. âAny plans for the day?â
A small frown wiped away her smile. âNot really.â
âWould you like to help out at the cellar door for a while?â
She looked at him. Her frown deepened. Why had he asked? She was just here for Ed.
âI donât know anything