stubborn. Heâs still in the Dark Ages. Mum, itâs ridiculous. I have to talk to him.â
She finished the call and glared at Liz. âDadâs rejected my offer. He wants to look for a proper manager for Mullinjim.â She gave an exasperated eye roll. âA man.â
Before Liz could summon an appropriately sympathetic response, Bella had thrust her feet into shoes and was heading for the door.
6.
âDad.â Bella once again tiptoed up to the hospital bed. Her father appeared to be asleep, but at the sound of her voice his eyes opened.
âHey, Bella.â
âI know youâre supposed to be resting, but the nurse let me in. I wonât be long.â
âThatâs okay. Itâs always a tonic to see you, sweetheart.â
He smiled fondly, the lovely smile heâd given her for as long as she could remember.
Once upon a time, that smile would have been enough. Today she jumped straight to the point. âMum said you donât want me to look after Mullinjim.â It was hard to keep the hurt out of her voice.
Her father frowned. âI donât want to drag you away from France, love.â
âBut Iâm already here,â Bella responded, forcing a smile. âAnd Iâd really like to help.â Before her dad could protest, she rushed on. âI know exactly what has to be done.â She shook her head at him as if to block his protests.
âBut itâs tough work, Belle.â
âThat wonât worry me. Please donât treat me like a pampered Pony Club Princess. You know Iâve always helped with the cattle. Iâd much rather be out in the yards than helping Mum in the kitchen. And I know as much about cattle as Luke does.â
Even Bella was surprised by how fiercely important this suddenly felt. Her father was her hero and here he was fighting for his life, and she desperately wanted to show him he could rely on her. She wanted to make him proud.
âWhat about your French boyfriend?â
She felt a guilty start. âHeâs not as important as you,â she said softly, knowing it was true.
âBut youâd be working out there pretty much on your own. Youâd be working cattle as well as doing your own cooking.â
âLiz would come, too.â
There was no mistaking the flare of doubt in her fatherâs eyes. It was clear he couldnât believe Liz would return to Mullinjim after having avoided the place for so long. âHave you asked her?â
âDidnât have to. Sheâs already volunteered.â
âJeez.â Her dad looked stunned. âYou must have more sway with my sister than I have.
âShe doesnât want you to have any reasons to worry,â Bella said gently. âAnd neither do I.â
A small silence ticked by.
âYouâd keep in touch, wouldnât you, Belle? To give me updates?â
She grinned. âSure. Iâll ring Mum or you every night to put your minds at rest.â
Her dad nodded tiredly and, to her relief, he was smiling.
Liz rang Michael from the motel.
âDarling, how are you? Iâve been so desperate to hear from you. Howâs your brother?â
âHe seems to be improving, thanks.â
âThatâs wonderful. Iâm so relieved for you. So . . . does that mean youâll be back in London soon?â
âNot exactly. Iâm going to stay on for a bit to help Bella run the family farm.â
There was an audible gasp on other end of the line. âBut thatâs crazy,â Michael blustered.
âI donât think so.â
âItâs bloody ridiculous, Liz. Youâre a concert pianist. You canât work on a cattle property .â
âItâs not as if Iâll be mustering or branding or any of the rough stuff. Weâll mainly keep an eye on the place. Itâs the calving season. And Iâm not going to stay there forever.â
Even as she explained