Jamie quickened his pace. “Wait for me.”
She bit back a frustrated sigh. “I’m going to the restroom.”
That was the one place the two couldn’t follow her.
Inside the bathroom, Kat pulled out her cell phone to call Sophie. She would be able to tell Kat how to handle the two men. Except calling wasn’t what a good bridesmaid would do.
Kat needed to lessen the bride’s stress. Not add more. She had to figure this out herself.
She placed her phone back in her purse and walked out.
Both men straightened when they saw her.
“Is there something in particular you want to see in the museum?” she asked.
Jamie nodded. “There’s an Impressionist exhibit on the third floor.”
“The second floor has early Renaissance paintings displayed,” Gill said.
“Excellent.” An idea formed in Kat’s mind. “Go see those, and I’ll meet you in the lobby later.”
Jamie’s face fell.
Gill frowned. “What are you going to do?”
She motioned to the driver/bodyguard. “I’m going to see if Claude would like to have tea.”
Claude grinned. “I’d be honored, Miss Kat.”
Kat walked toward him. She didn’t need to glance back to see the confused expressions on Gill and Jamie’s faces. A bizarre broken mirror collage gave her a perfect view of them.
“Is Kitty Kat ditching us for the old man?” Jamie asked.
“It appears so.” Gill stared after her, but surprisingly, he was smiling and she thought she glimpsed pride in his eyes. “Kitty Kat must have lost her patience.”
“Meow,” she whispered, retracted her claws, and then smiled at Claude. “I hope you’re ready for a nice cup of tea, because I am.”
