CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Georgie cleared the outcropping open fireplace and rounded the dining table. AJ was sitting on the sofa beside a pile of bedding. His hair ruffled, face creased, he looked tired, beaten.
She hadn’t slept either, and fatigue weighed her body. ‘Is this where I say sorry? Because I am.’
His mouth curved into an unhappy smile.
‘How about I give you your Christmas present?’ Georgie said.
‘George –’
‘I’ll get it.’
He stood, watching awkwardly, as she retrieved it and thrust it at him. She leaned in to kiss him but ended up giving an air-kiss and stumbling.
AJ had been her friend for over six years and live-in lover for more than three of those. And it ends like this?
He stared at the package.
‘Open it.’ Her voice failed.
AJ looked from the gift to her, and his should
