WE DROVE BACK TO NATHAN and Sarah’s place, parking behind George’s car. We walked up to the black Holden ute and George dumped his sports bag on the passenger seat.
I glanced up to the front door. How was it going to look, us arriving together? “You go on ahead, I need to get something from my car.”
“Okay.” George walked up the driveway while I went back to my car.
I sat in the driver’s seat for a minute then went up to the house.
“Hello, Annie,” Sarah greeted, looking out into the street then back to me. “Can you give me a hand in the kitchen?”
“Sure,” I replied. I followed Sarah into the kitchen.
“So...” Sarah raised her eyebrows. “You two left together last night and arrived together this arvo.”
“Who?” I played dumb.
“George.” Sarah nodded out the kitchen window to the group of
