CHAPTER FORTY
Georgie’s brain pounded. ‘I need a time-out, Bron.’
‘You’re soft,’ her mate retorted. ‘This is the woman who trundles off to the country, gets mugged, her tyres ruined and wants to return ASAP for more trouble. Yet she can’t hack shopping?’
‘The same Christmas songs over and over are doing my head in.’ Georgie frowned.
‘Did we have too much fun with Mr Champagne last night? Have you got a sore head? Boo-hoo.’ Bron dug a knuckle into the corner of her eye in a mock sook.
‘It was all work.’ Georgie groaned. ‘And I only had three glasses. Now I remember why I don’t drink bubbly.’ She moaned again. ‘There are people everywhere.’
‘What do you expect, leaving it to the day before Chrissie?’
‘I used to think you were a nice person.’
Bron chucked her under the chin. ‘You stil
