Bryony had hoped she’d shake off the chill from the store. While that had gone, another had replaced it. This one of hard lust that hit her between the eyes whenever she was in the same room as Georgia Bing.
The woman was infectious. Bryony could not stop herself from staring at her. They were both of similar height with similar builds, Georgia’s hair a chestnut brown and her curls cut into a pixie style. She always had an impish grin about her and a sense of humour that always made Bryony smile.
But she was dangerous. That much Bryony knew. Even when she was with Tara, Bryony couldn’t stop her crush on Georgia from manifesting. Tara had probably suspected but she never outright accused. Finally falling into bed with Georgia had been explosive. But not afterwards. Bryony could sense Geor
