The cellar-door area had cleaned up well. It was a shame it didn’t get utilised more. Although with Flynn involving them in the coming wine and food weekend, it would get another use. After that, who knew?

Euan couldn’t bring himself to commit to Lucy’s dream of the cellar door. Earlier it was because it was too painful to be reminded of Lucy and these days it was because he couldn’t be bothered. Markets had changed but Levallier Dell wine was still sought after. They didn’t need the hassle of a cellar door. And it was joined to the house. Back when they first built their home he’d gone along with Lucy’s idea of having it there but now he couldn’t abide the lack of privacy it would mean. There’d be people everywhere, children racing around the garden, cars parked under every available tree. He’d put up with it for the special wine weekend, it was for charity after all, but that was it.

He groaned when his mobile rang and he had to get up to find it. It had been good to just sit.

“Levallier Dell, hello.”

“Euan?”

He stood up straight and gripped the phone tightly. “Dianna?”

“Yes, it’s me, and guess what! I’m on my way to the plane. I’m coming your way. I’ll be in Margaret River tomorrow morning. Can you meet me?”

* * *

Flynn pulled up outside the supermarket. “I’ll be about half an hour. Is that long enough?”

“Plenty,” Keely said. “I only need a few things and the extra meat your dad wanted.”

She waved him off then wrestled a trolley from the stack and joined the other weekend shoppers inside. The thought of the crowd coming for the barbecue made her a bit anxious but at least she knew a few of them.

She’d enjoyed the cooking but there wasn’t enough cream for the pavlovas or fruit to put in them. The salads needed some finishing touches, and she wanted candles for the birthday cake and a few basic supplies for the studio. It took some time to find what she was looking for in a strange shop.

“Hello, Keely. Those men have got you shopping for them, have they?” Anna tut-tutted up behind her.

“Hello, Anna.”

“I hope you haven’t done too much work for this party. Sean and I are bringing all the sweets.”

“Oh…” Keely faltered. “I just made a birthday cake and a few other things…”

“There’s no need. You’re a visitor. Family take care of these things. I always make Flynn a birthday cake.”

Keely nudged the packet of candles underneath the assortment of goods in her trolley. “That’s nice of you.”

Anna chuckled sharply. “If it was up to Euan, poor Flynn would never have had a birthday after Lucy died. I’m amazed they’re having this barbecue. They’ve hardly—”

“Keely!”