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“What is it?” I demanded again.
She sighed. “I just got a message from Mum. Jet is helping her with her Valentine’s Day speed dating event.”
“She’s organised a speed date event the night of your wedding?”
“It’s the night before, on the thirteenth. She’s planned this thing where everyone ends up matched for dinner for two the next night on Valentine’s Day at the pub. And John ends up with guaranteed dinner bookings with a set menu which I planned.”
“And Jet’s helping Mum? Like, as an assistant or like going as a participant to her speed dating event?”
“I’m not sure.”
I don’t know when I stood, but I swiped over to my social media app, found Mum’s event and clicked on those who were going.
Jethro Cummings was listed first as attending.
I reached for the wall to steady myself.
“Ahh,” Ash said slowly. “I can tell by the look on your face that you’ve seen it too.”
“What if I did come home?”
Ash shrugged. “Then you’d be back home.”
“I mean, what if I went home and faced Jet? What if I go all the way home and it doesn’t work out?” My chin trembled. “What if Jet and I try a relationship and we break up and?—”
“No.” Ash pointed right down the barrel of her phone’s camera lens. “No, nope, zilch, nada. It doesn’t work like that. You need to decide that he’s worthy of you. That he’s worthy of your love.” Ash’s tone brooked no argument. “You need to commit to wanting to make it work. And if it doesn’t, then that’s sad and shitty, but I’m here for you, and so’s Mum, in her own weird, intense way. And Cody, too. You’ve got a team who will catch you if it all goes wrong. Hell, you’ve got a whole town behind you, sis, but …”
“But?”
“Does it feel like it would work out?”
“It feels so right. It feels wrong not having him in my life,” I whispered. “And the thought of any other woman with their hands on him makes me want to scratch their eyeballs out.”
Ash chuckled. “Now that’s a Wilde woman talking. Then you know what you have to do, sis.”
“I do. But … I can’t fly back for the wedding and then fly back here to keep doing my lap of Australia.”
Ash frowned. “That’s how return flights work. You fly in and then fly back.”
“No, silly. Ihaveto drive!”
“You areliterallyon the other side of the country to Ballydoon. How long is that going to take?”
I madly swiped to my maps app and gasped, breaking out in a cold sweat. “Okay, okay. More than five thousand kilometres away. It’s like over seventy hours of driving. And I have nine days to do it in a 1970s Kombi van with no fuel injection or turbo power. But I have to show him I’m back, like really back.”
Ash grinned. “So, what are you going to do?”
“Buy fuel and snacks in Broome and drive like hell.”
“That’s my sis. Go get your man.”
I knocked gentlyat the station owners’ office door where Marla was sorting invoices.
“You need to go, don’t you?” Marla said, not looking up.
“I’m so sorry. I can’t stay the extra week.”
Marla smiled kindly, placing the paperwork down. “Don’t be. We had a feeling something was going on back home. Other than your sister’s wedding.”
