Chapters (44)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Also by Tricia Stringer
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- 8 Months Later
- Acknowledgements
“You mean, has my brother got over his grumps?” Maggie chuckled again. “He’ll be fine. I made him organise the meat for the rolls, then I sent him off for a surf. Flynn has managed to bring him kicking and screaming to this point but Euan has impeccable manners. He may not like all these people coming to Levallier Dell but he will put on a smile and entertain them. He could charm the birds from the trees if he put his mind to it.”
Keely remembered the picnic Euan had prepared on her first weekend. Maggie was right. He could be very charming.
“Flynn is not so good at hiding his feelings,” Maggie said.
“This weekend is very important to him.” Keely thought back over the planning and preparation they’d done together. She’d enjoyed it all, but would it have been as interesting with someone different?
“The two of you have made a good team.” Maggie was smiling at her.
Keely glanced down and her hair fell forward. She sensed Maggie move closer.
“Keely, tell me to mind my own business if you want but you have such beautiful bone structure. Do you ever wear your delightful hair up?”
Keely swept her hair back from her face with her fingers. “My mother is always at me to wear it tied back but—”
“No, not back. I mean up. We have a bit of time. Will you let me show you?”
Keely hesitated. She hated it when her mother went on about her hair but her mother’s hair was always cut short and neat, a no-fuss style. Maggie’s hair was swept up in some kind of elegant roll.
“Thank you.” If she was working with food all day, she knew she would have to do something with her hair. Maybe Maggie’s idea would be better than a ponytail.
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Theo handed over the box of wine. “Enjoy!” he said brightly to the happy group he had just entertained with stories of wine production. He looked across the room where the lunchtime crowd was filling the tables and spilling out into the courtyard area. Along the bar from him, Katerina and Angela were talking to customers, explaining the style of wine they were offering. It was good to have family selling their wines. They had outside staff as well but family knew best how to promote their own product.
He studied Angela closely now. She was a good wife to Peter. A little shy perhaps, but even so she related well to customers and he’d noticed she’d upsold several times already that day. He had hoped Katerina would take up the offer of brand manager but if that wasn’t to be, then maybe Angela could do the job. Perhaps he would talk to her about it later. There was certainly no money to employ someone outside the family.