“I have two younger brothers. But I mean our parents are so different. Mine are both teachers and everything runs according to a plan. We don’t…” Keely hesitated, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know, we just don’t talk about things like you and Euan do.” She picked up a stick and twirled it in her fingers.

“What, yell at each other you mean?”

“No. You both love this place. When you’re passionate about something, it’s bound to lead to differences of opinion as well as joy. I’m sure you both want the best for Levallier Dell and your wines.”

“I suppose…”

They were silent for a moment, both gazing at the water as it drifted past.

“Your parents are teachers.” Flynn broke the silence. “Don’t chalkies all talk shop when they’re together?”

“I prefer not to. Besides, they’re both primary teachers. They wouldn’t…they don’t…I just can’t talk about teaching with them.” Keely drew squiggles in the dirt at her feet with the stick and thought about the way her parents shared the happenings of their day. They always managed to laugh even if they’d had a tough class. They just wouldn’t understand hers. “Neither of them are into art. I used to like fishing but Dad always takes one of the boys these days. We have little else in common. I love them and I live under their roof but we don’t share our lives outside our home.” Keely twisted in the seat a little to look at him. “You and Euan are more like brothers than father and son.”

“You think so?”

“My parents are more formal. Dad would have a fit if I called him by his first name, like you do Euan.”

Flynn smiled at her. “That’s probably Lucy’s influence. She thought names and their meanings were very important so you should use them. Flynn is of Irish Gaelic origins and means son of a redheaded man. If I had been a girl, I’d still have been Flynn. Evidently it’s also a suitable female name but I’m not sure if a girl would want a name that means she was supposed to be a son.”

Keely laughed. “You’re so lucky.”

“Why?”

“I looked up my name meaning once. It’s Irish too, and means beautiful and graceful.” She laughed again. “My parents didn’t know that when they picked it. They really mucked up there.”

She glanced at Flynn then looked down. His eyes held a look she didn’t understand. He probably felt sorry for her. She’d almost begged him to say ‘no, they didn’t muck up, you are beautiful’. Heat crept down her neck. Just for a short time she’d felt relaxed in his company, but he had only come to find her because Euan had been worried about her. What was she doing here?