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men stared at each other. She knew they weren’t good friends and had suspected in the past that Kit didn’t like him much, although he’d never say so. But she saw from the glint in his eye that he wasn’t joking when he refused to step aside. In spite of his gentle demeanor and carefree manner, she knew he saw himself as the alpha of their group, probably because he was the oldest by six months. She studied him, equally interested and annoyed by his aggression.
    Andy held up his hands. “No worries.” Without looking at her, he walked to his new place, sat and poured himself a glass of wine.
    Kit turned to look at her, and she glared back at him. “What do you think you’re doing?”
    “Keeping the peace.” He poured her a glass of red wine and handed it to her. “Get that down your neck–you look like you need it.”
    She met his gaze coolly and accepted the glass. “I don’t need rescuing, Kit.”
    A frown flickered across his brow, and he looked at the floor for a moment. When he looked back up, his eyes were reflective, troubled. “Fair enough. Sorry.” He glanced over at Andy and said to her, “You want me to change it back again?”
    She shook her head. Truth be told, she was relieved she didn’t have to sit next to Andy, and causing a fuss to make a point seemed childish. “No, it’s okay. Let’s get on with the meal.”
    * * * *
    Enya worried what Lisette would think when she saw the place settings had been swapped. And she worried about the fact that she’d kissed Kit–the best male friend a girl could have–and given him a hard-on when he was her brother’s best mate. And she worried what John thought and whether he’d be angry and consider her a loose woman for kissing his son when she’d only just split up with another of their circle. She worried for about half an hour, and then she realized Lisette was too busy enjoying her wedding to notice where Andy sat, and John hadn’t even looked over at her, and Kit was his normal teasing self. So she finally relaxed and decided that que sera, sera and she was going to get drunk and dance until she fell into a coma.
    “Are you trying to get hammered?” Kit commented when she poured a third glass of wine. The dessert had arrived, and she pinched a strawberry from his helping of pavlova before taking a sip from her glass. He didn’t protest, she noticed.
    “Absolutely.”
    “Fair enough. I think I’ll join you.” He held his own glass out for her to fill.
    She did so, but couldn’t help adding, “Don’t you think you should wait until after the big event before you get wasted?” Kit was in charge of the special fireworks presentation that evening. He and Tristan ran a fireworks company called Catherine’s Wheel that put on shows at weddings, New Year’s Eve parties, and other formal occasions.
    “That would be a good point, except I’m renowned for having an exceptional ability to hold my drink.”
    “Normally I’d agree with you, but I seem to remember the last time you told me that you blew up a rather nice marquee.”
    “How long are you going to bring that up for? That was five years ago.”
    “Oh, I don’t think that story will ever go out of fashion.” She grinned at him, and he smiled. She’d seen that smile a hundred thousand times, and knew it intimately–the way his eyes crinkled at the edges and how white and even his teeth were. But this time when he smiled at her, shock rippled through her and her heart gave an unexpected thump. She blinked, confused by this sudden turn of events. Their gazes met and locked.
    Something had changed.
    The kiss had been an irreversible chemical reaction, like burning paper, and instinctively she knew they weren’t going to be able to go back to the way they’d been, brotherly-sisterly, even if it had been superficial. She was sad but also excited, and to her surprise, she saw an echoing interest in his eyes when his lips curved with amusement.
    “Kit,” her brother yelled