“If you want.” He strode across the kitchen in his slippered feet. “I have some things to do in the office first. And I want to find my diary. It must be here somewhere.” He gave Yia-yia a final glare before he left.

She sighed. “That diary of his, sometimes I would like to have it permanently attached to his body. When he misplaces it, he’s that raging lion again.” She smiled and patted Kat on the arm. “I will make you a shopping list.”

* * *

Flynn looked up from his phone and stared out the window, across the yard and beyond to the vines, which were brilliant green in the light of the morning sun. His mate, Tim, had emailed him the details of the management job coming up at his family’s Adelaide Hills property. They wanted a ‘hands on’ winemaker to join the management team and develop an emerging label. If he couldn’t do it at Levallier Dell, maybe he could do it somewhere else. He had some serious thinking to do once this weekend was over.

A movement off to the right caught his eye. Keely was coming towards the house from the direction of the studio. He glanced back at the job description he’d printed. Working in South Australia might have more than one advantage although he wasn’t sure what she thought about him.

He still felt bad about his behaviour when she’d first arrived. He thought he’d made it up to her but just when she seemed to relax in his company, she would suddenly act like a startled rabbit. He wondered if there was still something he was doing that upset her. She had thrown herself into helping with preparations for the weekend but Flynn never felt as if he could get beyond polite conversation. Not that she was obliged to do more than that, especially if she had a boyfriend. He frowned. It was something they’d never discussed but perhaps she was keen on the Marty guy she’d spent the day with.

She slid the door open. “Hello.” Her smile lit up her face. Not for the first time, he noticed how beautiful that smile was. A smile that he thought was brighter when it was just the two of them, or was he imagining it?

He closed the email with the job description he’d been reading and shoved his phone in his pocket. “Hope you slept well.”

She paused in the doorway, her smile changing to a cute kind of puzzled look.

“We’re working you hard.” He grinned. “The least we can do is provide a good night’s rest.”

“Oh, yes…thanks.” Keely made her way to the kitchen. “I hope it’s okay to be here now. I wanted to check the pavlovas again and work out how to serve the taste plates. I’m not keen on using paper plates for that.”