Chapter 13
I sat in the passenger seat of my car while Nathan took the esky and damp towels inside. It had taken George and Nathan two trips to get all the stuff, and me, out to the carpark. I refused to let either of them carry me but I leant heavily on them both as I hobbled across the sand. My ankle throbbed. I wasn’t really in a partying mood but I couldn’t wait to get inside and put my foot up again.
There was a tap on the glass. I turned to see George’s beaming face through the window. He opened the door. “Your chariot awaits.” He held out both arms.
I shuffled around in the seat, swinging both feet out of the car. “You’re not carrying me.” I gripped his warm hand and hauled myself up. I snuggled back into his side, my hand hooked over his shoulder, his arm wrapped around my back.
