Praise for Michelle Douglas
âDouglasâ story is romantic, humorous and paced just right.â
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âLaughter, holiday charm and characters with depth make this an exceptional story.â
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âMoving, heartwarming and absolutely impossible to put down, The Man Who Saw Her Beauty is another stunning Michelle Douglas romance thatâs going straight onto my keeper shelf!â âCataRomance
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CAMERON MANNING PACED from the fence to the empty farmhouse and back again. He checked his watch. The second hand hadnât moved much from the last time heâd looked. With a curse, he threw himself down on the bench, squatting beneath one of the Kurrajong trees that screened this farmhouse from the rest of his property, and drummed his fingers against his thigh.
Where was the woman?
The slats of the bench, badly in need of a nail or ten, bit into his back. It wouldâve been more comfortable to sit on the veranda, but here the deep shade screened him. Itâd give him a chance to contemplate his new tenants unobserved.
He scowled. If they ever turned up.
To be honest, he didnât much care if they did or not. All he wanted was Tess Laingâs signature on his contract so he could hightail it out of here again. He had work to do. Serious work.
He leaned forward, steepling his hands under his chin as he glared at the farmhouse. Now that he had the cattle station on the western edges of his property sorted and in the capable hands of an under-manager, and he and station manager Fraser had dealt with all that needed overseeing for the operation of the sheep station and the planting and harvesting of the wheat crop, the only item left remaining was the canola contract.
He needed that locked in.
Once it was heâd be free to leave this godforsaken place. Heâd shake off the dust of the poisonous memories that not only plagued his dreams at night but his waking hours too.
He leapt up, a familiar bitterness coating his tongue and the blackness of betrayal settling over him like a straitjacket. For the first time in his life he understood his fatherâs retreat from the world. He recognised the same impulse in himself now. He gritted his teeth. He would not give into it.
Blasting out a breath, he glanced at his watch. 3:30 p.m. The woman had said sheâd arrive somewhere between two and three oâclock. He slashed a hand through the air. Lucky she wasnât an employee.
Lucky for her, that was. He could fire an employee. He wrenched his gaze from the forty hectares of lovingly improved land that stretched out behind the farmhouse. Land heâd spent the last two years painstakingly improvingâturning the soil, digging out rocks, fertilisingâ¦backbreaking work. And nowâ¦
He seized the contract heâd tossed onto the bench, rolled it up and slapped it against his legs. Once it was signed he could shake the dust of Bellaroo Creek from his feet for good. After that, his mother could deal with the new tenants.
And good luck to them.
He paced some more. He threw himself back to the bench and kept his gaze firmly fixed on the road and not on those contentious forty hectares. Finally a car appeared at the end of the gravel road, moving slowlyâa big, solid station wagon.
Cam didnât move from his spot in the shade, not even stirring when the breeze sent a light branch dancing across his hair, but every muscle in his body tightened. He dragged in a breath and counselled patience. He would explain the inadvertent mix-up to Tess Laing. He would patiently explain that a mistake had somehow seen his forty hectares included in her lease on the house. He would get her signature to turn those forty hectares back over to him. End of story.
If the mix-up had been inadvertentâan honest mistake. Bile burned his throat. Honesty and his family didnât necessarily go hand in hand. He expected betrayal from Lance. His nostrils flared and his lips thinned. He would never underestimate his little brotherâs treacherous resentment again. He would never again trust a word that spilled from Lanceâs forked tongue. But his mother, had sheâ¦?