She closed the bedroom door behind her, leaned against it and let out a long breath. What was it about the Levallier men that unnerved her? Since she’d met them, it was as if she was back to her teenage days of blundering and blushing every five minutes. There was a low murmur of voices from the other room, then silence. Keely went into the bathroom and splashed water on her face.

* * *

By the time Keely had set the table and cooked the stir fry, both Euan and Flynn had showered. Flynn stoked up the pot belly’s fire and Euan opened a bottle of wine.

They ate their meal and kept the conversation clear of vineyard issues. Euan asked Keely about the doctor’s visit and how she’d filled in her day. Keely was keen to keep the mood light and as they settled back in their chairs after the meal she enthused over her second visit to River Rainbow.

“I knew you’d like it. Mary has a goldmine there. I think she has a magic spell on the place.” Euan chuckled. “Once you go in you have to keep going back.”

“How much does it cost to make one of these?” Flynn was running his fingers under the bead decoration draped over the wine bottle they’d just emptied.

“Not a lot, it’s more the time factor.”

“They’re different. Tourists are always looking for some little thing to take home. It’s hard to find things that are unique.”

“These aren’t unique. You can buy them in homeware shops.”

“But not like these, made by you with Margaret River beads.”

“You think I should make more?”

“Yes, and I’ve got just the outlet for you.”

“Be careful, Keely.” Euan stood up to clear the table. “I sense a plan forming in that busy mind of Flynn’s. He’s always up to something.”

“Someone has to plan ahead.” Flynn’s tone was light but Keely tensed. She didn’t want their relaxed evening to be spoiled.

“It must be the French grandparents’ genes.” Euan winked at her. “Flynn certainly didn’t inherit this need for organising from his mother or me.” He carried the dishes to the sink.

“Lucky you’ve got me, then.” Flynn turned the full gaze of his blue eyes from the beads to Keely. “Now, how many of these could you make in two weeks?”

“Flynn,” Euan warned from the kitchen.

“I’m not sure but…”

“We’ve got the Divine Wine and Dine weekend you see. We could sell them at our cellar door.”

“Flynn, that’s less than two weeks away and Keely is a guest.”

Flynn flung an arm over the back of his chair. “I’m sorry, Euan’s right, I shouldn’t be asking you to do anything extra.” He smiled at Keely. “But I hope you’ll stay and enjoy the fun.”