TWENTY-TWO
Christmas morning dawned and Audra wasn't sure whether she was more disappointed at not getting to coach the synchronised swimming boys, or not being allowed a proper shower. She didn't want to be right when it meant that the lake was still frozen over.
She sighed and hopped out of bed. Jean was still fast asleep, so she dressed and headed for the LQ, where she knew they'd need every pair of hands to help with decorations and gifts.
Bruce would be playing Santa this year, just as he had last year, but now he sat on the floor amid a pile of gifts that still needed to be wrapped.
Audra grabbed two coffees from the kitchen and joined him. "Want me to be Mrs Claus again this year?" she asked.
"You're a godsend, Audra. I can't gift-wrap to save my life." Bruce took the offere
