Her initial meeting with Marty at the airport seemed so long ago. She had thought he was quite cute back then. She snuck a glance at him as he helped Steve and Mike collect up their gear. He was a good-looking guy and she had been attracted to him initially. He’d been very kind but her thoughts strayed to a different face with a gorgeous smile, ice-blue eyes and a crown of fluffy fair hair. She sighed. It was wasted energy thinking about Flynn but she couldn’t help it.

“What would you like to do, Keely?” Marty’s question startled her. “We can stay here and wander the local area or go with the Steve and Mike and check out the beaches there.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Let’s go with them for the ride then. We only get to use the car when Steve’s mate doesn’t need it.” Marty was referring to the old green station wagon that he had driven to pick her up in. The bodywork was battered and the engine burbled but it had four good wheels with a rack for surfboards and that was all they needed.

“If we had a decent kitchen we could have left Keely there to knock up some more food.” Steve patted his stomach. “That cake was delicious.”

“Idiots!” Marty threw a towel at their retreating backs.

Keely followed them up the road to the little shack they were sharing with Steve’s mate. Most of the places around it were modern holiday homes but this was an old place. It was basic accommodation, not too far from the beach, perfect for the group of surfers. The little fridge held beer and a few basic food items. It looked like they lived on cereal for breakfast, barbecues for tea and fruit in between. They had devoured the cake she’d brought in record time. At least someone had got to enjoy her efforts.

* * *

“That was magnificent, Maggie. Thank you for a fine meal.” Euan stood and collected the plates they’d just emptied of the generous servings of one of Maggie’s famous light lemon puddings and put them in the kitchen.

“I think I’ll turn in,” Flynn said.

Euan came back to the table. “Before you do, there’s something I’d like to say…” He paused and looked from his sister to his son. Flynn was smiling, at least for the moment, and Maggie had that stare as if she already knew what he was going to say. Euan was pleased it was just the three of them. “To both of you.”

It had been quite late before Flynn had arrived back from Perth and Theo’s granddaughter hadn’t been with him, thank goodness. Evidently, Flynn had dropped her next door on the way home and Maggie had received a call from Keely, saying she was eating with her friends. Now was the perfect time to tell them his news.