CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
As hungry as she was, Charlotte hadn’t even lifted the lid on her meal ten minutes after it arrived. She stood at the window staring at the familiar yet forgotten skyline of Brisbane. A ride on the catamaran on the river would be so wonderful. Or a stroll along Southbank to the beautiful little swimming area. She loved this city.
Her muscles ached. Too much tension today. And as tired as she was from the early start and big day, she knew she’d not sleep well. Too many scenarios played out in her head and now she had another. Trev’s words.
She moved from the window and poured a glass of wine from a bottle she’d bought on the way. Then she sat at the small glass table-for-one and removed the lid from the plate.
Garlic and herbs filled her senses and her stomach rumbled.
