Chapter 5
The supplier letting them down on so simple a thing as not putting half a dozen boxes of mulled wine on the van made Chantelle grit her teeth. The tip of her tongue tingled with the suggestion of telling Sam to forget the whole thing, but they had announced mulled wine would be available as an optional free drink with every meal during the opening week to their Christmas celebrations. To test the popularity, they’d ordered some ready-mixed variety before investing in making their own. The festivities hadn’t begun in earnest, and they were already being asked if they had any. The hot wine warmed many passers-by while out for a winter walk. They were also short on mince pies.
She’d been in such a good mood all morning. The last couple of days, in fact, ever since her wild run as
