Free Mr. Insatiable by Serenity Woods Page B

table further down the hall, but for the first time she really didn’t care.
    “Enya.” Her mother stood and came over to help her as she limped toward the table. “How’s the ankle?”
    “Sore.” They’d left a place for her next to Lisette and Sasha, and she slid in beside them, glancing at Kit, who watched her across the table while eating a humungous bowl of cereal.
    “Couldn’t you fit any more Weet-Bix in the bowl?” she asked him sweetly, unable to resist the tease.
    “I appear to have a large appetite this morning.” He took a mouthful of the cereal and studied her, eyes gleaming. “No idea why.”
    She studied the toast rack, trying not to laugh as Tristan started talking about what time to leave for the airport, amidst squeals from Lisette about going to Fiji.
    “I’m so excited,” Lisette said breathlessly.
    “I’d never have guessed,” John Fawkes said with a smile.
    “You want us to pick you up when you get back?” Patrick O’Donnell asked.
    “Nah.” Tristan buttered a piece of toast and ladled Vegemite onto it. “Niall said he’d do it.” He gave his brother an apologetic glance. “She should have worn herself out by then, don’t worry.”
    Lisette stuck her tongue out at them. “I’m going on holiday,” she sang.
    “What did you put in her tea this morning?”
    Tristan crunched his toast and winked at his wife. “Not enough vodka, obviously.”
    “Ha ha.” Lisette was in too good a mood to let anyone wind her up. “You’re just jealous.”
    “You could be right.” Enya reached for the jug of orange juice–at exactly the same time as Kit. Their hands bumped, and she snatched hers away, cheeks burning.
    Kit met her gaze and grinned, gesturing at the jug. “After you, Celt.” He held her gaze for a moment, and she was unable to stop her thoughts from dwelling on the moment he’d stripped off in her room to stand before her, magnificent in his nakedness. He raised an eyebrow, and she dropped her gaze and picked up the jug, pouring herself a glass. Would she ever be able to look at him again without thinking of how wonderful he was in bed?
    She poured her juice then returned the jug to the middle of the table. Glancing up, she caught John Fawkes’ eye. He looked from her to Kit and back again, frowning, and suddenly she had the terrible thought that he knew exactly what they’d gotten up to the previous night. She dropped her gaze and concentrated on her toast, and didn’t say much for the rest of the meal.
    John disapproved of her in some way, she sensed it. What had she done to upset him? Was it because he’d seen Kit kiss her on the balcony? She felt strangely hurt by his disapproval. They’d always got on well, and she tended to think of him as an uncle. Both he and Cate had been incredibly supportive when she’d had the trouble in her teens, and she’d thought he had a soft spot for her. But she was obviously wrong.
    Once again, she cursed herself for kissing Kit back. She shouldn’t have been so weak and given in to her lustful urges. Well, never again, she swore to herself firmly. That was the last time she let her heart rule over her head. Well, maybe not her heart. Her hormones. She wasn’t going to let them have free reign again.
    “Are you okay?” Lisette leaned toward her while the others were talking, and squeezed her arm.
    Enya looked up at her, surprised. “The ankle’s a bit sore but it’s not too bad.”
    “I didn’t mean your ankle.” Lisette nodded toward Andy and Julie sitting on the other table. “I’m guessing you two have split up?”
    Enya stared at her, wishing she could deny it, but knowing it was too obvious due to the fact that they hadn’t sat together either that morning or the day before. “Yes,” she confessed eventually. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to spoil your big day.”
    Lisette gave her a sympathetic smile. “What happened?”
    Enya sighed. “I walked in on them in bed.”
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