Chapter Four
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Ask him.Asif the dog could talk back.
The woman was incorrigible. Nothing but trouble.
And what twenty-eight-year old wore purple polka-dotted flannel pajamas?
Gill walked to the door with Maximillian at his side.
The dog glanced back.
He understood why Maximillian wanted to stay with Kat. Gill had enjoyed the feeling of companionship himself. He missed having someone special in his life—someone who wasn’t covered in dog hair—but Kat wasn’t the woman he should be spending time with.
He urged the dog forward.
This would be Gill’s first and last visit to the blue room while Kat was here. He didn’t trust her and had said as much to her face, but their discussion hadn’t gone as he’d expected.
You’re going to find out how wrong you are about me. But you might learn something about Sophie and that will make this mêlée totally worthwhile.
He didn’t know whether to respect the way Kat had picked up the gauntlet he’d tossed or be annoyed that the pretty American might be a worthy opponent by using her quick intellect rather than her female charm with him.
Was she trying to throw him off?
He was a single royal. She might have him on her list. Unless her loyalty to Sophie prevented Kat from going that far.
Gill glanced back at the bed.
Kat lay strewn across the mattress. She’d lost her fight against jet lag.
Would he be able to win his battle and expose the real her as easily?
He hoped so.
The room was heated, but he couldn’t leave her uncovered. Kat was a guest and deserved to be treated as such, no matter what he thought of her personally. A blanket would give her extra warmth.
Holding onto Maximillian’s collar, Gill walked back toward the bed and grabbed a throw off the back of a chair.
The dog pulled away.
Gill tightened his grip on the collar. Using one hand, he covered Kat. He doubted she would move until morning given how tired she was.
Maximillian whimpered.
“Shhh.”
A book about being a bridesmaid sat on the nightstand with a colorful bookmark sticking out. Maybe she was taking her role in the wedding party seriously.
He stared at her.
Sound asleep, Kat looked harmless. If only she were…
The slight smile on her face made him wonder if she was dreaming. Was a man starring in her dreams? Or, if Sophie was correct about Kat, an animal?
Maximillian had gotten a goodnight kiss.
Not that Gill had wanted one, but a hug might have been nice.
