“Help yourself,” Em says. “And if you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Several couples of varying ages are sitting in the lounge. They all look like they’ve been here a while.
Kat moves to the far corner of the room by the window. She drops her handbag onto one of the sofas before sinking down next to it. The seat she’s chosen overlooks the water, her back to everyone else, but despite not seeing her face, I can sense the exhaustion radiating off her.
What the hell is going on?
I move to the buffet, my eyes never leaving Kat.
“Mr Lockwood, can I get you anything?”
Em appears by my side.
“Is it possible to get Ms Frazer a chicken salad?”
Her face lights up. “Of course. Anything else?”
“That’s all.”
I move to the opposite corner of the room and pull out my laptop, keeping Kat in full view.
Em reappears ten minutes later, holding an enormous chicken salad fit for a king or queen. She makes her way over to Kat.
Kat looks up. When Em says something, her gaze darts towards me. I focus on the screen in front of me, although my body is aware of every move she makes.
As she moves away, Kat turns back to the window. Her arm moves, and I see her place food in her mouth.
My shoulders relax as I watch her take another mouthful.
Job done.
Time to freshen up and head for the showers.
CHAPTER 11
KAT
Idrop down onto one of the sofas in the corner and stare out of the window. The speed with which the storms pass is unbelievable. It’s the catch-up that takes time.
My head begins to spin, my muscles heavy. I want nothing more than to fall into a comfortable bed and sleep for the next twenty-four hours.
Despite leaving Jax and going into the bedroom, I failed to get any sleep. The tightness in my chest and throbbing heartbeat make it impossible to wind down.
So much for a relaxing work break. I’m going to kill Cal when I get home.
“Here you go, Ms Frazer.”
I look up to find Em standing next to my chair. In her hand, a plate of food. Not from the buffet, but what looks like a fresh chicken salad.
“Mr Lockwood said you would like some food,” she says, placing it and a chilled bottle of water down on the table in front of me.
I stare at the plate, and back up at the woman who delivered it.
“Thank you, Em.”
She smiles before walking away.
My eyes search out Jaxson. He’s done as he promised and has made himself scarce, sitting on the opposite side of the room. He appears engrossed in something on his computer.
