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best for you.’
    She spoke almost as if to herself and her words chilled him. He wanted to tell her she was wrong, but…
    He shook himself. ‘Kit, I’m not abandoning you. I will be staying until the weekend.’
    Her lips twisted. ‘What good do you think that will do anyone?’
    He didn’t know how to answer.
    She shifted slightly, her eyes suddenly glittering. ‘You know what? It might just be simpler if I make you a lump sum payment.’
    ‘What the hell…?’
    ‘For the donation of your sperm. That way, everyone knows exactly where they stand. There’ll be no misunderstandings.’ She lifted her chin. ‘I’m sure you can get those fancy lawyers of yours to draft something up.’
    Horror welled through him. She couldn’t be serious! He—
    No stress, no worry.
    He clenched his hands to fists, drew in a ragged breath and swallowed back the denial that shot through him. Her eyelids had started to grow heavy. A sheen of perspiration filmed her face. She continued to glare at him with her chin hitched up like a warrior’s, but he knew a discussion like this couldn’t be good for her. ‘Rest now, Kit. We’ll talk later.’
    Not that there was much more to say, he realized, his mouth growing sour with the knowledge. He turned away and headed for the kitchen. Food and making sure Kit rested—he’d focus on what he could do.
     
     
    An hour later, Alex found himself on Frank and Doreen’s front veranda, hand raised to knock on their door. He’d made a deal with Kit—she’d try to sleep and he’d come over and thank Frank and Doreen.
    He shifted his feet, scowled at the ground and knocked.
    ‘Lovey!’ Doreen appeared. ‘C’mon in.’
    He shook his head and fought the urge to fidget. ‘I don’t want to leave Kit for too long in case she needs me. I just—’
    ‘Frank! It’s Kit’s young man, Alex.’
    Alex gritted his teeth.
    ‘Come in and have a beer, young man,’ Frank offered.
    Again, Alex shook his head. ‘The doctor has diagnosed Kit with a kidney infection. She should be fine but he’s ordered bed rest for the next few days. I don’t want to leave her alone for too long.’
    Both Frank and Doreen nodded sagely, as if this made perfect sense. As far as Alex was concerned, the longer he remained in Tuncurry, the less sense anything made.
    ‘Kit wanted me to come over and thank you.’ He suddenly realized how grudging that sounded, as if he hadn’t appreciated what they’d done—their attempts to tidy up, the casserole. ‘I mean we wanted to thank you.’ But he and Kit, they weren’t a we and he didn’t want to give the wrong impression. ‘Just…’ He gave up. ‘Thank you. It was thoughtful of you.’
    Frank eyed him. ‘You’re a city boy, right, Alex?’ When Alex didn’t say anything he added, ‘You’ll find we’re more community-minded out here.’
    Community? It took an effort to stop his lips from twisting. From where he was standing, that just meant Kit would probably get stuck with looking after Frank and Doreen in a few years’ time when they both started losing their faculties.
    Still, they had checked up on her today and that had been a nice thing to do. And they’d made sure she had food.
    Both Frank and Doreen looked at him expectantly. He cleared his throat. ‘It’s nice to know Kit has such good neighbours.’
    ‘No doubt we’ll all get better acquainted now you’re here, lad.’
    Alex took a step back. No way! The expectation, the cosy familiarity, the good-spiritedness, it wrapped around him, threatening to suffocate him, to bury him. He took another step back. ‘I…uh…should get back to Kit. Goodnight.’
    He turned and fled.
    There wasn’t any comfort in returning to Kit’s house, though. He glared at the hole in her wall and then threw himself down on the nearest sofa. White dust rose up all around him.
    His curse ground out from between gritted teeth. He couldn’t bolt and leave Kit’s living room looking like a demolition site.
    If the