“It’s a Floradora. Mum’s got gin in the storeroom and I bought the other ingredients this morning when I was in town. Do you want one?”

“No thanks.” Kate headed for the fridge. “I’ll stick to beer.”

“Have either of you heard of a guy called Paul Brown?” Laura asked.

Kate withdrew a beer, then swapped it for a lemonade and joined them at the table. “Nope.”

Bree put her head to one side. “The name rings a bell.”

“Tall, dark-brown hair, glasses.” Laura wriggled those carefully brushed eyebrows of hers up and down again. “He lives in town.”

“Oh yeah. If it’s the guy I think it is he’s Mum’s new boss. I’ve seen him but never actually met him.” Paul was rather forgettable in Bree’s opinion. A bit of an odd one out in the community. Didn’t play sport, though she’d seen him occasionally at the pub on a Friday night with some of the school staff. “Don’t think she fancies him much.”

“Ooo.” Laura’s button nose wrinkled. “Thank goodness. He’s way too young for her.”

“Not to mention she’s already married to our dad,” Kate said.

“I thought he was…” Laura twirled her fingers in the air. “Attractive in an intellectual kind of way.”

Bree gave a snort. “Each to their own.”

Laura turned away. “Hey, speaking of hunks, Kate, did you see that picture of Sean on Facebook?” She started scrolling on her phone.

Kate placed her lemonade on the table untouched. “He barely looks at Facebook, let alone posts photos.” A slight frown creased her brow.

“I think he was tagged in it.” Laura hunched over her phone, which was gripped in both hands now. “Yes, there it is. He’s got the cutest little baby in his arms and the woman peering over his shoulder isn’t a bad looker.”

Bree and Kate leaned forward to look at the phone. It was indeed a photo of Sean sitting in a deck chair grinning widely for the camera. He was holding an adorable baby dressed in a pink growsuit, and the woman wasn’t just looking over his shoulder. Her chin was resting on it.

“I have no idea who that is.” Kate sat and pulled her own phone from her pocket.

“Her name’s Erin Fleming. She’s from Port Lincoln.”

Bree shook her head just as Laura looked up.

“What?” Laura said. “If she’s got my brother-in-law on her page I can stalk her.”

“That’s why I don’t do Facebook.” Bree slid into a chair and propped her leg on the vacant seat beside her.

“You do.”

Bree shook her head. “I deleted my account last year.”

Kate and Laura both looked up from their phones.

“You see. You didn’t even notice. I have a real life, not a virtual one.”