Page 49 of The Christmas Holiday
‘Right.’
He shook his head as he leant over, grabbing aNational Geographicfrom his rucksack.
‘What?’
‘You. You’re just impossible. Stop being so bloody defensive all the time.’ Our voices were low, although Sandy and Liv were now sitting together on the end lounger furthest away from us andI think the only thing we could have done that might have distracted them was the one thing I could guarantee wouldn’t happen.
‘I’m not being defensive. I just don’t need you nannying me all the time!’
‘I’m not!’
‘You are! You don’t even know you’re doing it!’
‘It’s called looking out for someone, Mia. You should try it.’
‘That’s unfair!’ I said, tears unexpectedly prickingmy eyes. I shoved my sunglasses back on so he wouldn’t see. ‘So you’re telling me if you were here with some two-hundred-pound guy, you’d be reminding him to put on sun lotion too?’
‘If he was fair skinned and wearing a sexy little white bikini, then yeah, I would. Most definitely.’
I glared at him as I sat on the next lounger and tried not to let that smile of his have any effect.
‘You’re hilarious.’
‘You’re a pain in the arse. We all have our crosses to bear.’
I pulled my book up to my nose and pointedly ignored him.
