CHAPTER SIX
The usually lazy start to a Sunday was even later after the previous night. Charlotte and Zoe had arrived home close to two in the morning, escorted by Bryce. Trev was back doing a shift and Bryce had been quick to offer his services. He’d even helped check the gallery was locked up and the alarms on, before ushering a rather tipsy Zoe and less tipsy Charlotte into his car.
It was the persistent ringing of her phone that woke Charlotte mid-morning.
“You know we only just went to sleep?” she answered, recognising the ringtone as Trev’s.
“I was going to invite you to brunch, but if you’d rather—”
“No.” Charlotte sat bolt upright. “I love brunch. Where shall I meet you?”
Half an hour later, Charlotte met Trev outside the bookshop. She’d left a note for Zoe and grabbed a sunh
