Keely wavered. She should move on but he was right, she didn’t feel that well. How had she got herself into this mess? What had happened to her finding a fresh start in WA? She’d wanted a new direction, to take more control of her life, but her plans kept changing. In spite of all that, she liked Levallier Dell. Her thoughts strayed to the warm bed she’d just left.

“Flynn, you need to move back into the house,” Euan said.

“That’s not going to change things.” Flynn shook his head.

“Maybe not, but it’s ridiculous you living in that old studio when you’ve got a perfectly good room here in your own house.”

“Please do, Flynn. I feel bad that you moved out because of me.” Keely met his eyes before he looked away. Was he embarrassed? Anyway, whatever the aloof Flynn thought, it was time to make a stand and do what she wanted.

“Okay,” he said, “but I’ll have to do it later. We’ve got a full day planned.”

Keely clasped her hands tightly together. “You’ve both been caused some inconvenience because of me.”

“You don’t want to take any notice of gossip.”

“Euan, you’ve been very kind,” she said. “I would like to stay but only if I can do my share. I don’t know anything about vineyards but I can manage meals and cleaning. If I stay, I insist on helping where I can.”

Euan’s clear blue eyes watched her intently. What was it about him? It was almost as if he could tell what she was thinking. She dropped her gaze as her resolve wavered.

“So it’s settled then,” he said. “No more talk of leaving until you feel one hundred per cent.” He patted her hand, then picked up his cup and carried it to the sink.

“We’ve still got things that need to be decided.” Flynn followed Euan back to the kitchen.

“Later, Flynn. You said yourself we have lots to do today. We can talk again tonight.”

The two men paused for a moment. Like two roosters, they eyeballed each other with their chests pushed forward and their hands on their hips. Flynn was slightly taller than Euan and he had more hair but their build was very similar, tall and lean and with obvious strength of body. Then, suddenly, Flynn turned away, grabbed his beanie from the table and pulled it down hard on his head.

“I’ll see you in the cellar,” he said.

In his haste to escape, he hit the edge of the glass door with his knee. It thumped loudly and made the whole door vibrate. Keely smiled, a welcome release to the tension. At least she didn’t have the monopoly on clumsiness.

Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13