“Sorry.” He dropped his own bag to bend down to pick up her things. His other hand still held a couple of shirts on hangers draped over his shoulder.

Keely’s pad lay on the floor, open at the sketch of Euan. She bent quickly to push it back into her bag and gasped as the pain tugged in her stomach. They both raised their heads quickly and Keely’s ear connected with Flynn’s forehead. The bump caught him off balance and he toppled to the floor, squashing his bag and his shirts.

“Sorry.” This time Keely felt it was her turn to offer an apology. She watched as he stood up and picked up his things. She had expected to come in and find him making himself at home in the house, not preparing to leave it. Keely’s plan had been to chat with him, casually mentioning that she would be on her way by Monday. Now she blocked the path of his escape.

They both hesitated in the doorway.

“I didn’t realise you were here,” Flynn said.

Obviously, thought Keely.

“I’ve left Euan a note.” He nodded towards the phone. “I’ll be out most of the weekend. We’ve been invited to the River Dynasty restaurant tomorrow night and dinner at the McPhersons’ on Sunday night.”

Keely glanced up through a curtain of hair, which had fallen across her face. Flynn was a good bit taller than Euan but she could clearly see the physical resemblance. The ice-blue eyes and pointy nose, the hint of ginger in his fair hair, but there were no freckles like Euan’s. Flynn’s skin was smooth and more olive in complexion.

“I’m not sure I’ll be here…” she mumbled.

“The invitations were for Euan and me but I’m sure one extra won’t matter if you want to come.”

He brushed past her and Keely lowered her gaze again as she felt the heat rise up her neck. Euan had said Flynn usually had good manners but she’d not seen a sign of them in her two encounters with him.

“Goodbye,” he said and the door slid shut behind her.

She turned but he was already striding away and he didn’t look back.

Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

Flynn looked around the room and nodded as several faces acknowledged his arrival. He had hoped his father might have arrived before him but he wasn’t among the group of winemakers already seated. He might turn up. Euan often ran late for appointments but Flynn wasn’t holding his breath.