“To heck with it.” She laughed. “Let’s drink from the bottle.”

Their arms went around each other as they kissed again and clung together for a moment. His body was warm and firm and she loved the feeling of being held by him. She had waited so long for this moment. She exhaled slowly. She wasn’t going to hold her breath waiting anymore.

Flynn reached for the bottle and kept her cuddled up with one arm while he unscrewed the cap.

“A sip of Levallier Dell’s award-winning wine?” He offered her the bottle.

“Made by the most talented young winemaker.”

She already felt intoxicated as the sharp taste of the wine filled her mouth. Flynn gripped her tighter as he took a mouthful of wine and together they watched the sun disappear into the Indian Ocean.

8 Months Later

8 MONTHS LATER

Keely peered at the numbers on the overhead panel and stopped beside the man in the aisle seat. His head was back and his eyes were closed. His face was covered in freckles and it was topped by wisps of faded gingery hair. She grinned. If he had a straw hat he would have made a good scarecrow. The attractive woman with auburn hair beside him smiled and nodded.

“Are you going to find our seat, Mrs Levallier?” a voice murmured in her ear.

She gave Dianna a little wave. Euan opened one eye and winked at her before she moved on to the seat behind.

“You’re in a rush,” Keely said as Flynn strapped himself into the aisle seat beside her.

“I want to have you to myself. We’ve hardly been alone all week, with wedding preparations, meeting all the rellies, entertaining the visitors, then the whole big wedding day…”

“Which was wonderful,” she chided him.

“Which was wonderful.” He kissed her.

“Considering we had to do most of the organising over the phone from Margaret River, it all went well.”

“Your mother had everything under control.”

“Yes.” For once Keely was glad of her mother’s ability to organise. Working on the wedding together long distance had somehow brought them closer together. She found it so much easier to talk with her mother now, not just about the wedding but in general.

“Even down to getting a cake, the one you wanted, at the last minute.”

“That was pretty amazing, even for my mother.” Keely recalled their panic when Maggie had arrived from Perth without Anna’s cake, three days before the wedding. Anna had insisted on making a traditional fruit cake with white plastic icing and paper flowers. She hadn’t asked Flynn or Keely what they would like, and Keely had hated it. Neither she nor Flynn liked fruit cake. She’d wanted something more modern with shards of chocolate and fresh flowers to match her bouquet. It was just like Anna to go ahead assuming she knew everything, as usual.