Any hopes of behaving in a more circumspect manner once their journey resumed were immediately obliterated once Gina pressed another switch that popped open the flap of a concealed drinks fridge, and decided that mid-afternoon was an acceptable time to start drinking champagne. Becky should have said no, since bubbly always went straight to her head, but she loved the stuff and seldom got to drink it, and anyway, how can you refuse someone who actually has their own pub built into their car? Gina made no great ceremony of the pouring but Becky’s first taste told her this was a cut above any champagne she had ever had previously. She made her appreciation known rather too often and inwardly chided herself once more for sounding like an overawed schoolgirl. Several discrete glances towards t
