The bell tinkled above her head. Gardening gloves clamped on her hips, Borrie stared at her as if she were fifteen years old and late home from school. ‘Where have you been?’ Dianella bit her lip. She hadn’t wanted to tell Borrie about going to Singapore, not wanting to get her hopes up about saving Go Native Wildflower Nursery. She’d used staying with a school friend as a cover story. ‘Well?’ Borrie pulled off her gloves, clutched them in one hand. ‘What’s been going on? I know you’ve been away, because I’ve been told by three different people in town that you’d been seen at the airport with that American. It’s not like you to keep secrets. Did you go away for the weekend with the new young man of yours?’ Dianella winced. ‘There’s no new young man, Borrie. Not anymore.’ Borrie frowned. ‘What’s happened? What are you hiding, Dianella? You’ve never done anything like this before.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ Dianella realised Borrie appeared more anxious than usual.
