He disappeared into the front of the house. She assumed Hugh must be one of the workers. Perhaps he was the man who had passed her the day before, down at the studio. Something was bothering Euan. She looked at the spread of papers and books on the table. It was probably best if he didn’t see all this, in his current frame of mind. She packed up, her thoughts drifting to Flynn. She wondered where the Haystack Block was. She hadn’t heard it mentioned before.

Flynn’s bike thrummed outside as she placed some lunch on the table. She switched on the kettle just as Flynn’s shadow went past the window and the sliding door flew open.

Keely smile faded as she took in the dark look on Flynn’s face.

“Where’s Euan?” The glass rattled as he shut the door with a clunk behind him.

Keely was speechless. Was this the same man who had been here this morning, eagerly discussing food and wine ideas?

“I’m here.” Euan came back into the room.

“What have you done?”

“Obviously something to upset you. What is it this time?”

“When were you going to get around to telling me your plans for the Haystack Block?”

Euan crossed the room and stood calmly at the end of the table. “I assume Benny Bensen and his team have started planting the new sauv blanc vines.”

“He’s nearly finished.”

Keely felt as if she was at a tennis match. Her eyes flicked from the angry Flynn to the sad-faced Euan. Why did they argue so much? Once again, she was trapped in the kitchen. It was like deja vu.

“The sauv blanc has sold well. We need more.” Euan leaned on the back of a dining chair.

“You know I wanted to plant something new there.” Flynn gripped the back of the chair at his end of the table.

“Replicating a wine that’s selling well is good business.”

“How could you make that kind of commitment without talking to me?”

“I’ve always done the marketing. I can sell a lot more of the sauv blanc.”

“And what happened to consultation?”

“You weren’t there.”

“You could have phoned.”

At that moment, the phone rang. Both men glared at each other down the table and it was Keely who picked up the receiver, relieved to be able to do something.

“Levallier Dell,” she said.

“Hello, is that Keely?”

Even though she’d only spoken to her once before, Keely recognised the perfect tones of the voice in her ear. “Yes.”

“It’s Maggie Levallier here. Is my brother at home?”

“Yes.” Keely held out the phone to Euan. “It’s your sister.”

He took it from her and disappeared into the other end of the house again.