CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Ealding’s band was bloody awful and Georgie almost skolled her raspberry vodka to numb the pain in her ears. But she plastered an expression on her face that she hoped passed for awe, tossing frisky glances at Ealding and faking swallows of her drink.
At one stage, she toyed with her fringe, to hide the eye-roll she couldn’t stop.
‘You all right?’ Josh brushed past with his back to the band.
‘Yeah.’
In one smooth move, he swiped Georgie’s bottle and replaced it with another one, almost empty.
‘Ta.’
He disappeared into the swell of head bangers and pissed girls pumping their hands at the roof and bouncing on the spot.
As soon as the set finished, Ealding squashed in next to Georgie. He radiated heat.
She felt a surge of fear and adrenaline: Now or never.
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