Chapter Eight
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Standing at thewindow in Sophie’s bedroom, Kat stared at the fat snowflakes falling from the sky. “The weather forecast finally came true.”
Sophie sat on a pink upholstered chair and put on her snow boots. The décor of her room was pink and white with touches of silver. A room fit for a princess. “Almost a week later than predicted.”
“We’ve been so busy; I’m glad the snow held off until this morning.”
For the past five days, Kat had been helping with the wedding and sightseeing. She’d fallen into a comfortable routine—wake with no alarm, breakfast with Sophie, wedding stuff in the morning, lunch out, sightseeing in the afternoon, and dinner with the royal family and Jamie. Most of it had been enjoyable.
An intricately patterned snowflake landed against the windowpane. Kat had grown up with winter weather, but Cedar Village, Idaho didn’t get as much snow, and none had fallen this year.
She couldn’t wait to feel the snow against her face. “It’s really coming down now.”
“We might get enough to last through Christmas.”
Hard to believe that was only a week away. “I’d love to have a white Christmas.”
“You and Gill both.” Sophie smiled. “I’m so glad the two of you are getting along better.”
“Me, too.”
An unspoken truce seemed to have been reached after the art museum. Whatever competition was going on between him and Jamie had ended, though Gill continued to eye Kat with suspicion. He wasn’t unpleasant when they spoke, and he hadn’t accused her of anything new, so that was good.
“How are you and Jamie getting along?”
Kat faced her friend. “He’s a big flirt, but not as bad as he was those first two days.”
“That’s because you shut him down at the art museum.”
“Did Gill tell you that?”
“Claude,” Sophie admitted. “I don’t blame you given the way he and Gill acted, but do you like Jamie?”
Kat shrugged. “He’s handsome and eager to lend a hand. It’s sweet how he’s been helping you with the seating arrangement for the wedding dinner.”
“And…”
“I enjoy spending time with him.”
“Anything else?”
Kat bit her lip. “I get the feeling if I want a kiss that I won’t have to wait for mistletoe.”
Sophie clapped her hands together. “Wonderful.”
“Is it?”
She shrugged. “Who knows what a holiday romance could turn into?”
“One step at a time. Jamie is becoming my friend. There’s nothing romantic going on.”
“Yet.”
Kat shook her head.
“I hate leaving you today.” Sophie stood and adjusted the top of her boots. “Are you sure it’s okay if I run into the office?”
