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Bottlebrush Creek Chapter Sampler
Bottlebrush Creek Chapter Sampler
‘Sit out on the deck with a cup of tea, baked goods at the
ready, and enjoy every moment of this remarkable novel. Rural
fiction at its best.’ DelBookGirl
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Two little feet poked out from beneath the king-sized bed.
Angie could hear snatches of conversation.
‘Claudia Isobel Jones. Do you have Mummy’s phone?’
Claudia’s pink socks retreated, quickly replaced by a shock
of blonde curls and the cheekiest grin this side of the South
Australian border. Angie raised her eyebrows. The little girl
handed over the phone, adding a handful of fluff-covered
sultanas into Angie’s outstretched palm for good measure, then
ran down the hallway in a blur of sequins to escape a scolding.
‘Rob?’
‘Hey Ange, wondered how long it’d be till you realised she’d
pinched your phone.’
‘She gets that from you, sassy thing.’
‘Fat chance of cheekiness being allowed in the Jones family.
Must be the McIntyre in her,’ he laughed. ‘So, fancy a drive
this arvo?’
‘A drive? You’ll have been travelling since 4 a.m. What
happened to our quiet night in when you get home?’ Angie
frowned. Her chances of pulling off this impromptu birthday
party were getting slimmer by the minute.
Rob laughed again. ‘Thought you’d like a surprise, so
get the . . . ready . . . home . . .’ His voice faded in and out
before the reception failed altogether.
‘Rob? Hello . . . ?’ Angie stared at the beeping phone. I’m
the one planning the surprise around here . . .
Back in the kitchen, she twisted the oven dial one last time.
Still nothing. She hated the idea of letting Rob’s birthday pass
without a homemade cake and racked her brain for a Plan B.
‘C’mon, Claud. Let’s go next door and ask if we can borrow
their oven again. Then it’s tidying up time.’ With the brimming
cake tin in one hand, and Claudia’s little fingers in the other,
she glanced around the cramped rental. It was barely big
enough for a couple, let alone a family, but if she gave the
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place a quick tidy while the cake baked and popped a few
candles on, they’d have everything they needed to celebrate
Rob’s birthday.
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The landscape of western Victoria whipped past the windscreen
in a green blur. Freshly shorn sheep dotted the paddocks,
their bright white wool catching the sunlight like coconut
on a lamington, but Angie couldn’t drag her eyes away from
Rob Jones.
Rob’s height was always more pronounced in her little
hatchback. His dark hair almost touched the car roof and his
legs were cramped underneath the steering wheel.
He’d barely stopped to take a breath since he’d pulled into
the driveway, dumped his backpack on the porch, whisked
them outside and pointed the car towards the coast.
‘There’s enough land to crop and run cattle. The bones of
the place are sound. Owners upgraded the wiring a few years
ago, so it’s not a death trap like all the other houses we’ve
looked at,’ said Rob, his animated gaze switching between the
road and her. ‘Deadset winner!’
Angie couldn’t help laughing. ‘You’ve said that about every
old place we’ve seen. Remember last time you were home?
That dive in Macarthur? The real estate guy had to catch the
front door when it fell off its hinges. And the floorboards in
that “renovator’s delight” in Allansford had more termites
than timber.’
Angie smoothed the newspaper clipping in her lap. Rob had
waved it around like a winning lottery ticket when he’d arrived
home. With four bedrooms, two living areas and acreage,
there’d be ample room, but by the look of the photograph,
there was a lot of hard yakka required.
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path around the cottage. Even so, just as she’d been drawn
to the black-and-white photo in the ad, Angie found herself
gravitating towards the old building.
‘Here’s the agent now,’ said Rob.
Angie stuck out her hand but the agent leaned in to kiss
her on the cheek before slapping Rob on the back. ‘Good to
see you, Jonesy! And Angie, I’ve heard so much about you
and this little cutie.’ He tweaked Claudia’s nose. ‘What a great
opportunity, hey?’
Angie lifted an eyebrow as the man shoved a key into the
front door. Friendliest real estate agent she’d ever met. Rob
took her hand and they slipped inside.
They went from room to room. The high ceilings and
generous windows made the cottage feel spacious, and even
with furniture, there’d be oodles of room for hide-and-seek, plus
enough floor space for those oversized jigsaw puzzles Claudia
loved and maybe two sofas, instead of the two-seater they’d
made do with in Eden Creek. Sunshine streamed in through
dirty windows and dust motes danced. Angie swooned when
she saw the ornate ceiling roses in the lounge room, and more
in the smaller bedroom, which would be perfect for Claudia.
The real estate agent noticed Rob admiring the open fire-
place and launched into his sales pitch. ‘Winters snuggled up
in front of the wood-fire, summers at the beach down the end
of the lane. What more could you want? There’s even a creek
at the back of the property, if you fancy some eel trapping,’
he said.
Angie almost caught herself nodding, and strode out of the
room. The floral carpets in the bedrooms would need to go,
and most of the bathroom fittings and cabinetry.
Angie tried to remain impartial, willing herself to find fault
with the pressed-tin kitchen ceiling, cracked foot-high skirting
boards and worn floorboards. But after half an hour inside,
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Angie buckled a tired Claudia into the car seat, watching her
daughter’s eyelids flutter close. She joined Rob and the real
estate agent in a surreal conversation about timelines and
deposit options, unable to believe that they may have finally
found their dream cottage. Enough land to run a few cattle.
Close to the ocean. With a little orchard. Room to plant a
weeping cherry tree in memory of her mum, Annabel. The
perfect place to turn Claudia into a little green thumb, and,
maybe one day, expand their little family.
‘Cooooeee.’
Angie swivelled towards the familiar voice. No, it can’t
be . . .
‘Yoo hoo. Is that the birthday boy and his beautiful girls?’
It wasn’t until Angie spotted Rosa Jones striding across
the paddock that she noticed the black-and-white Friesian
cows, and the thick bottlebrush hedges that camouflaged the
neighbouring property. She flashed Rob a look of disbelief
and sucked in a sharp breath. What is his mother doing here?
Angie barely had time to comprehend the situation before
she was squeezed in a vice-like hug, complete with back pats,
murmurs of delight and the scent of roses.
‘Oh Angie, isn’t this great? I’ve barely slept a wink.’
Okay, how did Rosa know about this before me?
The real estate agent drove off with a toot and a wave.
Rob strode over to his mum, his tall frame dwarfing Rosa
as she gave him a tight squeeze. They shared the same black
wavy hair and olive skin, but Rob had definitely inherited his
father’s height.
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Rob watched Angie’s face for a sign, hoping she wasn’t going
to discard the entire prospect on the basis of the neighbours.
‘Don’t write it off yet,’ he whispered, landing a kiss on
Angie’s cheek. Keeping their arrival time a secret from his
mother and driving in the back way clearly hadn’t helped
one bit; Rosa had probably been watching Enderby Lane all
afternoon.
‘I couldn’t help hearing voices while I was out pruning my
David Austins. You’re coming round for dinner, aren’t you?’
Rosa said.
Rob waited for Angie’s response. He’d thrashed the pants
off her in enough games of strip poker to know she was
wearing her polite smile, not her ‘What a fabulous idea!’ smile.
‘When Rob said the property was by the coast, I didn’t
realise it was quite so close to your house. I’ve made . . . Well,
we’ve got plans tonight, that’s all,’ said Angie, apologetically.
Rob put an arm around Rosa’s tiny shoulders to soften the
blow, but her face still plummeted. ‘Oh . . . right, of course . . .
I’ll just pop your present in the post then. Chickens will be
happy with a bit of sponge cake tomorrow.’
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Rosa Jones sat the phone back down, mentally counting off
the days since she’d last spoken to Rob. Two? Three? She
pumped the bottle of Spray n’ Wipe forcefully and polished
her benchtop until it shone.
‘Pass the phone book, John. I’ll try Angie’s number. She’s
the one who needs convincing anyway. Rob looked ready to
sign the papers there and then.’
John looked up from the Port Fairview Gazette. ‘You’re
wasting your time. Rob’s too busy for a chinwag, let alone
a project like that cottage. Be a different story if Max was
considering it.’ John tapped the newspaper back into perfect
alignment, folded it neatly and walked across the kitchen. He
leaned his chin on the top of Rosa’s head and wrapped his
arms around her, engulfing her in his fresh outdoorsy scent.
‘Don’t start that.’ Rosa twisted in his arms and looked up
at her husband of thirty-five years, resisting the urge to grab
a pair of nail scissors and trim the wiry hairs protruding from
his ears. ‘You could’ve sounded a bit more enthusiastic.’
‘Rob’s an adult. He doesn’t need me pumping up his tyres.
You fawn over him enough for the both of us.’
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Red clouds of Western District dust floated behind Angie’s
hatchback as she pulled into the McIntyre Park Merino Stud
driveway. Angie had grown up with the Grampians on the
horizon, but it wasn’t until after she moved out that she’d
come to appreciate the majestic mountain range on visits home.
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not long after Penny returned to the farm, and insults had
been replaced with gentle teasing.
‘Great to have you home, Angie. And, Penny, by the time
you’ve had four like me, you’ll be popping out at the six-week
mark. You’re only early days yet, still five long months to go,’
said Diana, taking the salad from Angie and pulling her into
a warm hug.
‘Where is everyone?’ said Angie.
‘The boys are all out the back with Dad. Pete and Tim were
supposed to be knocking off that rowdy rooster but they’ve
been sidetracked.’ All four sisters glanced out the window.
A red Aussie Rules football soared back and forth between
Diana’s four sons, while Diana’s husband Pete leaned against
a long-handled spade. He laughed with Penny’s husband Tim,
their task evidently forgotten.
‘I think they were looking for an excuse to bail on the
pregnancy talk. And Evie’s already commandeered Claudia as
a customer for her nail salon on the deck,’ said Lara. ‘She’s
hoping you’ll have a baby girl, Penny, to lift the female cousin
ratio against Diana’s all-blue crew.’
‘And then you need to have another baby, Angie-bee—
another girl—and we’ll almost have even numbers,’ said Penny.
Angie held up her hands. ‘God, I’m not quite ready for
that. I still haven’t lost the baby weight from Claudia,’ she
said, pulling her T-shirt so it didn’t cling quite so tightly to her
stomach. ‘But guess what surprise I do have?’ Angie smiled as
her three curious sisters clustered in around her. ‘The beauty
salon sold this week and the vendor accepted our offer on the
Enderby Lane cottage.’
Her sisters’ responses came all at once, tumbling on top
of each other.
‘How fantastic! Congrats.’
‘I hope you didn’t get ripped off?’
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~
Carolling magpies practised their morning chorus at McIntyre
Park. Angus McIntyre brushed the crumbs from his work
shirt and gestured to Angie with his glass of water. ‘Scones
were delicious, love. Come home and bake any time you like.’
Angie finished her scone and relaxed into her chair too.
There was something extra special about early mornings on the
farm with her dad, watching the sun sneak over the paddocks
and bring out the blue in the mountain range.
‘Bit doughy. I think I’ve lost my knack. There’s always too
much to do at home and now this renovation will probably
take over our lives. Tell me I’m not crazy, Dad.’
Angus’s tanned face crinkled into a smile as he slathered
butter onto a third scone. ‘Bit late for cold feet now, isn’t it?
Didn’t you already sign on the dotted line?’
Angie nodded, annoyed with herself for letting yesterday’s
friendly banter cast a shadow over her good news. She’d
dreamed about the cottage last night: Claudia blanketed in
afternoon sun, piecing together puzzles. Rob flipping bacon
and eggs in the open-plan kitchen. The images were so clear
in her mind, so affirming, that she’d been surprised to wake
up in her old bedroom and find it had just been a dream.
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