Page 23 of The Dairy Farmer's Daughter

“Oh my God, you are a lifesaver.” Freya clapped her hands and looked down at Justin.

After a delicious lunch courtesy of Greer, Justin had offered to fix Freya's website.

“You just accomplished in ten minutes what I've been trying to do for two and a half weeks.”

He swivelled his chair and looked proudly at her. “It was nothing,” he said humbly, but she knew it was a lie.

If it was easy, she would have worked it out. She knew her way around most technological aspects of the website and knew where to go for help, but this particular HTML code had been doing her head in.

“No, seriously, you know what you're doing, and I don't know how to thank you for that.” She placed both her hands on either side of his face and pressed a kiss to his lips.

It had meant to be a fun ‘thank you’ kiss, but as she pulled away from his mouth, and gazed into his eyes, she knew he wanted more. Just like she wanted more.

“Freya.” Her name was barely a whisper on his lips.

Her gaze darted to his mouth and back. She swallowed, lost in his hazel-coloured eyes.

Her laptop pinged, breaking the moment. She averted her gaze towards it and dropped her hands.

Justin turned in his chair and cleared his throat.

Noting it was just an incoming email, and nothing she needed to deal with straight away, she closed her laptop and tucked it under her arm. “I’m serious. I really appreciate that.”

“Anytime.” He smiled back at her. The impulse to grab him close and taste those lips again was strong.

Felicity chose that moment to walk in on them sitting at the dining room table. “I just taped up the last box.”

“We have more,” Freya said. “I can bring them over tomorrow.” She was happy for any excuse to come back and continue where they had left off.

“Another day packing? Can't we do something fun tomorrow?” Felicity slumped into the couch, looking tired and worn out.

“We'll talk about it tomorrow.” Justin stood from the table and glanced at the clock on the wall. “We better get ready for tonight's barbecue.”

Felicity sat up straighter, a smile spreading across her face. “Barbecue? What barbecue?”

Freya grinned at her new friend, thrilled that Justin's younger sister was such a fun, outgoing girl. The sort of girl Freya enjoyed hanging out with and chatting to.

“We won the meat tray at the pub last night, so we’re having a barbecue at our house,” Freya said.

“I can't wait to meet the rest of your family.” Felicity had been asking questions about Greer and her parents all day, and about Emerald Hills and how Freya was building their social media presence.

“There will be more than just my family there,” Freya turned to Justin. . “Mum was inviting a few of our friends; so many people want to meet you.”

The main reason they wanted to meet him was because he was Boyd’s son. The elusive offspring they had forgotten even existed. Being new was a novelty in town, and even though the gossip line was very active in Maleny, people always wanted first-hand reports. The fact that he was young, fresh blood, would also make him the favourite subject with any parents of eligible young women. Not to mention the young women themselves, who were always on the lookout for love.

Freya knew she would have to stay close to Justin tonight. If anyone was going to win his heart, it would be her. She squirmed inwardly. She couldn't stand the idea of him being with one of her schoolmates. Not when the attraction between them was so strong.

She thought back to earlier, when he had been checking out her Facebook page and had come across that photo of her and Shane. She was sure it had been jealousy flickering across his face.

And tomorrow he planned on leaving.

Unless she gave him a reason to stay, or at the very least, to come back.

CHAPTER 8

Freya had expected her mother to invite a lot of people, but as they walked around to the back of the house, it looked like at least half the town had turned up.

“The meat tray was big,” Justin said just loudly enough for her to hear, “but it wasn't that big.”

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