I shook my head. “They didn’t. Your grandparents are still the legal owners of the property.”

Flynn stared across the table at me, incredulous. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No.”

“This is crazy,” he half laughed. “Why the hell did they tell everyone that they sold it?”

“I have no idea.”

Flynn made a dismissive grunting noise. “I don’t get this at all.” He flashed me a loaded look. “My grandfather doesn’t deserve anyone’s loyalty. More fool this Lily woman for believing in him.”

He folded his arms. “He’s not some romantic hero, so don’t be getting any ideas that he is. From what I’ve been told, he led my grandmother a merry dance during their marriage.”

Questions about why he was saying all this, why he was tarnishing his grandfather’s reputation, burned bright in my chest and stoked my curiosity even more. “Are your grandparents still together?”

Flynn shook his dark head. “No. They got divorced in the 1970s.”

“And where is your grandmother now?”

Flynn cocked one thick brow again. “You’re very persistent, Ms Baxter. Nobody would ever guess you were a journalist.”

I eyed him. “Are you being sarcastic?”

“Not at all. It was meant as a compliment.”

I could feel myself becoming self-conscious under that hypnotic hammered-silver gaze of his. “Thank you, but you’re not managing to distract me from my line of questioning, if that was your intention.”

Flynn Talbot’s mouth hinted at a smile. Then he shrugged. “My grandmother became a bit of a thrill seeker after the divorce. Last I heard, she was investing in a tapas bar in Spain.”

We took more sips of our respective drinks as excited children debated over the array of flavours of ice cream, despite it being a grotty winter’s day, and the rain finally gave way to watery weekend sunshine.

Flynn’s fingers tapped up and down the side of his coffee cup. “I don’t mean for this to sound hard-hearted, but I don’t have much sympathy for this Lily woman. My grandfather was married to my grandmother at the time.”

“I can appreciate things from your point of view, but Lily isn’t well,” I repeated.

Flynn pulled a face. “Poor, deluded woman.”

I flashed him a look. Wow. Well, he really was intent on not cutting his grandfather any slack at all.

“So why contact me again about all this if you have no sympathy at all for Lily?”

Flynn fired out his long legs. “I told you. It was either that or have my inbox seize up with messages from you so I thought meeting up was the best idea.” He delivered a charged look across the table. “I can’t resist a lovely woman who might need my help.”

I folded my arms and smiled. “Another compliment. Oh, it is my lucky day.”

Flynn waggled one brow. “It’s all meant, I can assure you.”