They had driven nonstop, apart from the odd restroom and snack breaks. The topics of conversation had been many and varied as it had always been between them. That was one of the many things Denby had missed about Sirius. Unlike most men, he was able to jump from conversation to conversation, following along with her without missing a beat. Mackay was an average sized town that had seen a boom due to fly-in, fly-out jobs created by the rise in the mining sector. It had been hard to find a place to stay as most were booked out. Eventually they found a small motel right under the airport flight path. Denby was too tried to care about that. “I could sleep on a barbed wire fence,” she muttered as she flopped onto the double bed in the room they had taken for the night. “I wish you’d told me. It would’ve been cheaper to sleep on barbed wire,” Sirius quipped as he dropped the car keys down on a bench. Money. He had it. She didn’t. Denby felt guilty. She had been the one who wanted to go.
