Though he wasn’t sure it was possible to get over someone when you even loved the sound of their snoring.
CHAPTEREIGHT
“Ithink there’s something seriously wrong with your brother,” Seren remarked as the front door closed behind Trystan. “Who goes to the gym on a Sunday morning?”
“He’s stressed about meeting Jenny later.” Kit handed her a croissant and a mug of coffee, then went back to the kitchen for his own.
“I could get used to this service,” she said, shuffling the pillows behind her to get comfy.
Kit arrived back in the space beside her. “It’s not a proper holiday if you don’t get breakfast in bed.”
“Thanks,” she said, pulling the covers a little further around her midriff. Kit had already showered and got dressed, but she hadn’t made it out of bed yet.
“What do you want to do today?” he asked.
She tore a fluffy piece of pastry and popped it in her mouth. “What are the options?”
“I dunno. I chose yesterday, so I reckon it’s your turn to come up with something. My only requirement is that it’s as much fun as what I planned for yesterday.”
She gave his bicep a gentle shove with her own. “No pressure then?”
“Tons of pressure,” he said with a grin.
“Will you hate me if I say I could do with going clothes shopping?”
“Yes.” He had his coffee in his hand and almost spilled it when she nudged him again. “Was that the wrong answer?”
“I could always go shopping alone,” she said with a hint of a pout. She’d really rather not go it alone. Mirren’s insistence that Seren should go to London to keep an eye on Kit was pretty ironic considering it was Seren who was worried about getting lost in London.
“It’s fine,” Kit said seriously. “I could do with a couple of pairs of jeans anyway.”
“Where’s good to go shopping then?”
He smiled as he blew on his coffee. “I don’t think you’re grasping the concept ofyoubeing the one to plan the day.”
“I don’t know London!”
“Have you ever heard of something called Google?”
“I thought you’d know where to go,” she said through a laugh. “And since you did such a good job of planning everything yesterday …”
He set his mug down and picked up his phone. “Fine. If the lady wants a day of shopping, I’ll plan a day of shopping.”
“You’re the best!” She took a large bite of her croissant. “We probably don’t need the whole day.”
“I’ll believe that when I see it,” he said, without looking up from his phone.
Three hours later they’d settled themselves into the bustle of Oxford Street and were weighed down with bags. At least Kit was. He also had an armful of clothes that Seren had picked out to try on.
“Okay,” she said, snatching another top from the rack and turning to take the collection from him. “I just need to find the fitting rooms.”
“That way,” he said, turning her in the right direction and following after her.
Once she’d wriggled into a pair of grey skinny jeans and buttoned up the shirt, she took a step back and connected with the curtain. They never did make changing rooms big enough.
“What do you think?” she asked Kit as she stepped outside for a better look.
“I like it.”