Gill watched the two women. The mistletoe-kissing discussion must be over. A relief. Yet, an image of Kat raising her face for a kiss seemed to be etched on his brain. He wanted the picture gone.
“I hope so.” Sophie’s smile dimmed. “But I know the momzillas will be on me about losing more weight.”
Kat looked at Gill expectedly.
He’d told her he’d do something. And he had.
Not for her, if that was what she thought. He’d done it for his sister.
“Sophie and I are going to talk to the chef about her meals,” Gill explained. “I also made a call this morning. I hope you don’t mind, Sophie.”
His sister leaned forward until her seatbelt stopped her. “Who did you call?”
The anticipation in her voice told him he’d made the right decision. Too bad Kat had been the catalyst for him taking action. He should have done this without prompting.
“Olga.” Sophie’s former nanny had been mortified to hear what the two mothers wanted. He had no doubt Olga would have Sophie off the wedding diet before the end of the dress fitting. But he needed backup to make sure that happened. “Promise you’ll both go along with whatever Olga says during the fitting.”
Sophie nodded.
So did Kat. Respect gleamed in her eyes. “Well played.”
Her compliment made him straighten. An unfamiliar sensation bubbled in his gut. Why should anything she say affect him?
He focused on the one person who mattered to him—Sophie. “Anything for my sister.”
And Gill would do anything. He looked at Kat. No matter who stood in the way.
