“That’s Keely’s.” Flynn rested a gentle hand on her shoulder. “The original is up there on the wall.”

The woman studied the painting, then turned back. “That’s the other man who was behind the bar, isn’t it?”

“Yes, my father,” Flynn said.

“So this is a real family business. My friends and I were saying we liked the atmosphere here. Some of the other wineries we’ve been to this weekend have been too big, too upmarket for us. We like the feel of this place and your wine is very drinkable.”

“We’re glad you’ve enjoyed yourselves,” Flynn said and they went on chatting as the woman paid for her wine. The last of the customers stood and gathered their things, ready to leave.

Marty and the others came over to say goodbye. Keely enjoyed the warmth of his farewell hug, smiled at his final pleading look and leaned against the entrance to wave them off. She let out a sigh, tired but happy. The weekend had been a success.

Behind her the house door banged open. She spun to see two young men burst into the cellar door, glancing over their shoulders as Euan stormed out after them.

“You can leave now.” His face was dark and his voice held a threat Keely hadn’t heard from him before.

“Settle down, Grandpa,” one of the men said.

Flynn came round the bar. “What’s going on?”

The other man shrugged his shoulders. “We were only making a coffee and Grandpa here came in and went off his trolley.”

“Out.” Euan pointed towards the carpark.

“Glad to go, old man.” The bloke turned, his companion gave Euan the finger and they both strode off.

“What happened?” Flynn asked.

“I found them in the kitchen making themselves at home.”

“How did they get in there?”

“Continued on through from the toilet area, I suppose.” Euan rounded on Flynn. “They frightened the life out of Maggie. She’d been asleep on the couch. This is why I don’t want a cellar door.”

Flynn’s hands went to his hips. “Because of one mistake?”

“Who knows what they might have got up to if I hadn’t come through at that time? It’s our home, Flynn. I won’t have strangers traipsing through it.”

“It’s your home, you mean. I don’t get a look in. I’d be better off out of it altogether.”

“Are you two arguing again?”

Maggie came out and Keely took the opportunity to slip away. This was an argument she could see would have no winners.

Chapter 32

CHAPTER 32

A shiver prickled across Keely’s shoulders and she rubbed her arms. What a difference a day makes. The morning air was very cold and the sky was dull and cloudy. The vines didn’t look quite as green and some of the roses that had looked so pretty over the last few days had started to drop their petals.