“It’s a shame though,” Flynn said. “Anna couldn’t be at the wedding and she wanted to do something special for us.”

Keely felt guilty at her uncharitable thoughts. “Do we have to tell her?”

“Euan will smooth it over. His idea of holding a repeat wedding dinner at Margaret River once we get back is a good idea. He’s even agreed to Theo being there.”

“It’s good to see Theo’s made a full recovery both in health and business. And I’m so glad he and Euan have buried their differences.”

“Buried is the right word. I think it’s a difficult truce. Either of them could reignite their feud at any time.”

“Hopefully not at our wedding celebration.”

“I’m glad Euan suggested the dinner. We can invite people who couldn’t make it to Adelaide and Anna will be happy. She can cook up a storm.” He frowned. “I still can’t understand how Maggie could leave the cake behind. It’s unlike her to be so forgetful.”

Keely had wondered about that herself. Maggie had been the only one she’d told about the kind of cake she would like to have and Keely’s mother had taken it all in her stride when Maggie arrived without Anna’s cake. Something like that would normally have sent her into a tailspin. When it came down to it though, it wouldn’t have mattered what the cake was. They were all too busy having a great time to notice. Bec had delighted in her role as Keely’s only attendant and had also caught the bouquet. She was planning to come over for a visit as soon as they were back from their honeymoon.

Keely looked at Flynn and smiled. “It doesn’t matter. It really was a very special day.”

“Last night was even better,” he murmured in her ear.

Keely felt the warmth spread across her cheeks and down her neck. They’d spent their first night together as husband and wife in a beautiful hotel overlooking the sea at Glenelg. She didn’t recall getting much sleep.

“I love it when you do that,” he said.

“What?”

“Get that pink glow.” He leaned in closer and peered inside the neck of her shirt. “It spreads all over you,” he whispered with a lecherous look in his eyes.

“Flynn, stop it,” she pleaded. People were crowded in the aisle next to him, still looking for their seats.

He sighed. “How long till we get to Broome?”

“We’ll be there in time for dinner tomorrow night.”

“I thought your mother was never going to stop hugging us goodbye and now to have to share our honeymoon flight with my father…”

Keely laughed at him. “We’ll go our separate ways once we get to Perth. Anyway, what can you do on a plane?”

“These seats are very close, aren’t they,” he said.