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Chapter 18

Kat looked at the menu, trying to decide what she wanted. Damian had already ordered his special latte whatever. She looked at all the choices. Finally, she gave up and ordered a tall medium roast with no cream. Damian made a little scoffing noise but his eyes held a smile.

They got their drinks and sat down at a table by the window. The Starbucks was in the New Haven Mall, if you could call the building that housed the twelve stores a mall. Kat watched as people walked by the windows getting last minute Christmas shopping done. Bing Crosby’s voice sang out over the speakers.

Damian’s phone rang and he looked at the screen. “Sorry, I should take this.”

“No problem.”

Damian put the phone to his ear. “Hello, Mother.”

Kat tried not to eavesdrop, but he was sitting right there at the table. It was impossible not to hear.

“I’m leaving tomorrow, but we’ll need to talk when I get back to New York.”

Kat picked up her coffee and stared at a woman walking by, several shopping bags hanging from her elbow.

“I don’t want to talk about it now. I’m with someone.”

Kat played with the cardboard sleeve on her cup.

“Yes, she’s a woman.” Damian sighed and rolled his eyes. “No, Mother. I’m hanging up now. I’ll see you tomorrow when I get back.”

Yeah, that wasn’t awkward at all. Kat took a sip and then set her cup down. “So, are you ready for Christmas? Are you done with your shopping?”

Damian nodded, his gaze not meeting hers. He shifted in his seat.

“What, you celebrate Christmas, don’t you?”

“Mother caters a party on Christmas. I attend. We don’t really sit around and open presents if that’s what you mean.”

“Oh.” Kat thought about Christmas with her family, how it used to be before her father died. Even with just her and Hilary, they always went to the facility and opened presents with their mother, even though it was sometimes hard. They always managed to have a good time together.

“But you bought your mother a gift? What did you get her?”

Damian sat silent for a moment before lifting his gaze to hers. “I had my secretary send her a fruit basket.”

“Oh, Damian. That just won’t do. Let’s go look for something you can get her.” Kat picked up her drink and stood. “There has to be something here she might like.”

Damian looked skeptical but he followed her out into the mall. Kat turned to him. “What kinds of things does she like?”

“Expensive things.”

“Well, we don’t have any fancy hoity-toity stuff here. Let’s go into Bath and Body Works. Women like to be pampered. There are some nice things in there.”

Kat practically dragged him into the shop. He looked at the shelves for a few minutes, a picky scowl on his face. Kat wanted to whack him, but she kept her hands to herself. She picked up a tester spray and spritzed the air. “This one smells nice.”

Damian made a face. “She’s not really the ten-dollar perfume type.”

“Oh my word,” Kat said under her breath. She put the spritzer back and walked to a large display of bath bombs. “How about some of these? They’re pretty luxurious.”

Damian picked up one of the large balls wrapped in plastic and looked at it. “She only uses lavender and bergamot oils in her bath.” He put the bath bomb back on the display.

“Well, how about some lotion? Does her majesty get dry skin?”

Damian’s gaze snapped to hers. Kat covered her mouth. “Oops. Did I say that out loud?”

His lips twitched. “Yes, you did.”

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