His smile widened and he held the bottle up in front of her. “The wine is chilled but I forgot the glasses. We can drink a toast from the bottle or…from the container I had the ice in.” He lifted his other hand, which held an empty butter tub.

“Let’s use that.” She let herself smile. Surely if she was dreaming he would have produced crystal glasses.

They sat down in the sand and Keely watched steadily as Flynn unscrewed the cap and poured the wine into the tub. Then he stood the bottle in the sand in front of them and offered her the makeshift glass.

“Thanks for coming up with the name…and the label.”

She took a sip. “Thanks for coming up with a very good wine,” she said. “Which, by the way, won without the name or the label.”

He took the tub and drank from it. “Just as well it’s a good wine. The drinking vessel doesn’t do anything for it.”

His gaze locked with hers. Keely’s heart was beating so hard in her chest that she thought he would be able to hear it.

He put the container down. “I’ve missed you. Last weekend was great.”

“Everything worked out well.”

“It wouldn’t have mattered if it hadn’t. I like being with you.”

Keely glanced down at the tub of wine between them. The look in his eyes made her feel as if she were melting and yet all they could do was make polite conversation. “I like being with you, too,” she said softly.

“I can’t believe how stupid I’ve been.” He gave his leg a slap. “I thought you didn’t like me but Maggie says you were giving me space, because you thought I was with Kat, even Euan did. Not that I was ready to listen to anything Maggie had to say, after that terrible attempt at getting us together the other afternoon.”

Keely felt the heat spread across her cheeks and then the touch of his hand as his fingers gently lifted her chin so that her lips were level with his. He leaned forward and kissed her. Not a quick brush of the lips this time, but a long, slow kiss that left her in no doubt about how he felt. He pulled her gently to him and she reached around his neck and kissed him back.

Finally, they took a breath. Flynn kept his face close to hers and ran his finger softly over her lips. Tingles ran up and down her spine.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time,” he said.

“I’ve been waiting a long time.” She kissed the tip of his finger.

“I was going to suggest a toast but…”

They both looked at the butter tub. The wind had blown sand into it and combined with the wine to make a gritty paste.