“Hi, honey, it’s Brie—okay if Harry and I pop round shortly? Because there’s something I think you need to see.” Jess’s brain gave itself a feeble kickstart. Bloody Brianna—what was she doing phoning at such a godforsaken time of the morning? Honestly, just because Harry always ensured she was up...
She happily floated in that lovely warm abyss between sleep and wakefulness where the running water from the shower wasn’t Tony going about his morning ablutions but rather the rushing flow of a waterfall on a tropical island. Then the water had gone off and a moment later Tony had banged back in...