“Erm… Can I…” He cleared his throat. “I’ll only be a moment.” Kat shrugged one shoulder, inching closer to Ivy to give him access. “Thanks.” It was the most awkward thirty seconds of Ivy’s life that wasn’t caused by her. When the kettle was filled, Edgar yanked it out from under the tap and practically ran back to where he’d been. Widening her eyes, Ivy looked to Kat in silent question, but the other woman simply jutted her chin up, casting sidelong glances at Edgar.
