A hand clasped his shoulder and he turned to see Theo beaming at him then back to Kat. “Are you two having a good time?”

“It’s been great, thanks, Theo.” He stood up. “I was just telling Kat it was time I left, though. Another big day tomorrow.”

Theo grasped his hand. “You are a hard worker, Flynn. I like that. But you must also remember to play. I’m glad you enjoyed our little party. Come, Katerina, walk our guest to the door.”

“No, you stay please,” Flynn said. “I can find my way out.”

He felt Theo’s eyes on him as he said goodnight to Kat and turned to thank her grandmother. He had enjoyed the evening but there was no doubt that it was Kat who had made it fun. He had come close to spoiling it. Thank goodness he hadn’t kissed her. That would have been a big mistake.

He hurried out into the cold night and shook his head. His life was here in Margaret River but he already had a sense that Kat was destined for something else.

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

The door slid back with a thud and Flynn strode into the room. “The pump’s broken down again.”

Keely looked up, startled by his abrupt intrusion. She and Euan had eaten a late breakfast and were sitting at either end of the table, he with the newspaper and she flicking through magazines.

“Good morning to you too, Flynn,” Euan said. “Would you like some breakfast?”

Flynn stopped and looked from Euan to Keely then to the table as if he had just realised where he was. He took off his cap. The fair wavy hair it had been taming fluffed out around his head. His face was tanned and he looked like a sun-bleached surfie. Keely wondered if he shared that interest with his father.

“No…thank you. I’ve eaten.” He glanced at Keely and softened his voice. “I would like some help with the pump. I told you before you went away it needed seeing to. There’s no water at the studio and we won’t be able to water the vines.”

Keely moved away to the couch to give the two men some space. She took her phone from her pocket. Thankfully it hadn’t been any the worse for wear and as soon as it had charged she’d sent a text to her mum to let her know she had it back and then had a long conversation with Bec.

“It’s Sunday morning,” Euan said. “You can shower here and the vines won’t need water for weeks. The pump can wait till tomorrow.”