“I see.” Euan knew he had no say in what his son did with his personal life but he liked Keely and he had begun to hope she might be the one for Flynn. He sure as hell didn’t like the idea of one of Theo’s brood under his roof.

“No, you don’t see,” Flynn snapped. “Because there’s nothing to see.”

“Well, just take care. Theo’s a snoop and I wouldn’t put it past him to send his granddaughter to do his work for him.”

“What work? You’re paranoid where Theo’s concerned.”

“He’ll be up to something. He always is.” Euan knew he couldn’t put his finger on it but he didn’t trust Theo. There had been several incidents over the years and the land deal with Connor had been the last straw. Not that Euan blamed Connor. His back had been against the wall and Theo had made the offer via a third party so his real identity wasn’t known until after the deal was done.

“You haven’t spoken to Theo for three years, so how would you know?”

“He snuck around making that land deal with Connor, when he knew we wanted it.”

“He’s a shrewd businessman. If there’s a prime piece of vine land beside your property for sale, you buy it.” Flynn glared at Euan.

“We were going to buy it.”

“You had a loose discussion with Connor then you went interstate and, as usual, we couldn’t contact you. Connor needed to make a decision. Besides, we’d also been looking at the Haystack Block, which was a better deal in the end.”

They were going over old ground. “I’ve got to go.” It still annoyed Euan that he had missed out on the small piece of land along his boundary, even if the larger Haystack Block was proving to be good value.

“I hope you won’t be gone all day. We need to go over the plan for the coming weekend.”

“No doubt you’ll tell me what I have to do.” Euan didn’t want to think about it. He was anxious to get in to the village to meet Dianna. He wondered what was bringing her to his part of the world. At the door he stopped and turned back. “Damn foxes took some guinea fowls last night. I cleaned up the blood and feathers out in the drive but you’d better have a look around. Not a good look if we’re expecting customers.”

Flynn’s eyes blazed. “I don’t know why you keep them, just to feed the foxes.”

“They get rid of the garden weevil. There’ve been a few outbreaks but not here.”

Flynn shook his head. “They’re about as useful as your rose bushes that attract the bugs rather than help us to get rid of them.”