Chapter Ten
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In his bedroom,Gill wound the knob on the bottom of the snow globe. The music made him feel so content, as if Santa would be arriving with everything Gill had ever wanted. As snowflakes fell on the vignette inside, he placed the snow globe on the nightstand.
Maximillian jumped on the bed. The cone around his head knocked into Gill.
“That dog looks like you.” He rubbed his dog’s side. “I’m glad Kat bought this for us, but I know you’d rather have a biscuit.” He reached into the top drawer, removed a bone-shaped treat that Jamie had bought, and gave it to the dog. “Here you go. Don’t leave any crumbs on the bed.”
That wasn’t likely since the dog had the skills of a vacuum cleaner.
The music stopped.
That song would forever remind him of Kat.
And he was more confused than ever about her.
Nothing she’d said or done suggested she had any ulterior motives. Jamie had hardly been mentioned today. She hadn’t asked about other royals who would be at the wedding.
Were he and his mother wrong about Kat?
Her actions suggested so.
He stared at the snow globe. Not a sexy gift meant for seduction, but a sentimental one to mark a good time.
She hadn’t kissed him. He’d kissed her, thanks to the mistletoe being there. A nice way to end their time together, yes, but there’d been other reasons for him kissing her. Curiosity. Opportunity. And perhaps, a touch of loneliness.
Smiling and laughing with Kat today had made him realize something was missing from his life, something he wanted. He hadn’t felt the same companionship with Clarissa. Being with Kat was different.
But he’d never expected that kiss to rock his world. To make him question everything he believed to be true about Kat Parsons. To make him want someone special to spend time with and love.
Someone like her.
He hugged his dog. “I love you, boy.”
But Gill needed more. He hadn’t realized that until…
Kat.
A knock sounded at his door.
Could that be her? He hurried to the door.
Usually Maximillian would be at his heels, but the dog lay on the bed. His paw? Or laziness?
Gill opened the door.
Not Kat. Sophie. She usually didn’t knock.
His sister placed her hands on her hips. “Were you mean to Kat today?
He motioned her inside and closed the door. His room wasn’t that far from where Kat was staying. “What are you talking about?”
“Kat wants to eat dinner in her room.”
Disappointment shot through him. He wanted to see her. “That’s my fault?”
Sophie’s hands went from her hips to across her chest. “Well, is it?”
