“Angela organised that.” Peter threw his arm around his new wife’s shoulders and kissed her. “She’s great at graphic design.”

“Is that your training, Angela?” Flynn asked. He would love to make some changes to the Levallier Dell labels but Euan wouldn’t have a bar of it and neither of them had the time anyway.

“No, I studied marketing at uni and I’ve had a variety of jobs since then. Mostly in the restaurant and wine trade.”

“You’ll be put to work here, then,” Kat said. “Pappou has every family member earmarked for a job. What has he got you doing?”

“It’s not been long since the wedding, there’s been lots to do setting up house,” Angela said.

“She helps out here in the restaurant and at the cellar door.” Peter gave his wife a gentle squeeze.

“And there’ll be lots more work now that the extensions are finished,” Angela said.

“Pappou will realise your full potential eventually,” Peter said gently. His arm was still around his wife’s shoulders and he pulled her in close and kissed her cheek.

Flynn was just wondering what Peter meant when the music that had been playing in the background was suddenly turned up. One of the younger boys was fiddling with the sound system at the edge of the dance floor and all around people were getting up to make their way to him.

“Time to dance.” Peter stood up, pulling Angela with him.

Flynn watched as the group on the dance floor joined arms and the familiar sounds of ‘Zorba’s Dance’ from Zorba the Greek began.

“Do you like to dance?” He was startled by Kat’s voice close to his ear.

“I can but I’m not good at it and I certainly don’t know how to do that.” He nodded towards the circle of people stepping slowly to the music.

“It’s easy.” She reached for his hand and stood up. “Come on, I’ll teach you.”

Flynn had had enough wine to think that maybe she could and he smiled as her soft hand gripped his and led him to the floor.

Half an hour later, he pulled himself from the circle and sank into a nearby chair. Laughing, Kat followed and fell into a chair beside him.

“Not fit enough.” She leaned in close so he could hear her above the music. “You did very well for a beginner.”

He could smell the sweat from his own body but her closeness brought the scent of her perfume to him. She looked wonderful. He would like to have kissed her deep pink lips.

She sat back suddenly. “I’m glad you came. It’s been a lot of fun.”

“It has.” Somehow the sparkle of the moment had disappeared. “I’d better get going.”