Chapter 2Peter pulled up just after a quarter past seven in his white, 1978 Holden ute, a few seconds later a red Holden Commodore pulled up behind him and Harriet stared at the car. He’d said she was stable, she certainly drove a much newer car than either Peter or herself, it looked brand new.
“I asked for five loaves and two fishes but all they had was two pizzas and garlic bread,” Peter greeted her with a smile.
“They’ll have to do,” she stepped aside just as Zoelle came to a halt on the verandah. She had a two litre bottle of Coke in her hand and a handbag. She came to a dead halt and Harriet felt her stomach drop away as she stared at her.
He’d said she was thirty six. What he’d failed to tell her was that she was absolutely gorgeous, although she would have thought it weird if he
