“Damn.” She should ring her mum.

Nearly an hour had passed and her phone was almost flat by the time she put it down. Her mum hadn’t sounded quite so anxious and she’d been interested in the jewellery-making group. At the end of the call her mum had put her on speaker so she could talk to her dad and brothers as well before they headed off to tennis. Then Keely had rung Bec. She was still in bed too and they’d had a good catch-up, filling each other in on all the details of their lives. Bec was enjoying her new job and had been out to a couple of bands. Keely had told her about the winery, the upcoming food and wine weekend and her latest bead projects but she’d changed the subject when Bec had wanted to know more about Flynn.

Now she thought about getting up but there was no rush. Flynn wasn’t coming to collect her until after lunch. He was going to take her to the Haystack Block. If she was having a part in his new wine, he’d said she should at least taste it, so she knew what she was getting involved with.

She felt a flutter of excitement as she recalled the discussion the three of them had had around the kitchen table the night before. Flynn had been cautious to begin with and her curiosity had overcome her initial disappointment that Kat was still with them. He had taken great care to explain how he respected Keely’s privacy but he was really interested in the sketch of Euan and could he please look at it again and show Kat.

Keely had been surprised by Kat’s enthusiasm and then her declaration that it was perfect. Flynn had explained he was looking for a new label design. This wine would still carry the Levallier Dell name but it was a separate label and needed something catchy and distinctive. It was then that he’d asked Keely if she would mind if her picture of Euan and the Scarecrow name were used on the label. It suited his wine perfectly, he’d said.

She’d been so absorbed in what he was telling her that she hadn’t even minded Kat flicking through the other pages of her sketchbook. Keely didn’t have anything to drink in the studio and they’d ended up toasting the new label with water. Flynn had kissed Kat and then Keely. She touched her cheek where his lips had brushed her then rolled over and curled herself into a ball, savouring the memory.

* * *

“So, you were out late last night.” Pappou studied Kat across the lunch table.

She raised her chin. “I’m not a little girl anymore.”

“Of course you are not. I am glad you are enjoying life here. Am I right in assuming it was Flynn you were with?”