Chapter TwentyFor the first time in as long as he could remember Jack awoke Christmas morning and felt a twinge of excitement. He rose and dressed and headed downstairs. Kiera came through the front door as he reached the bottom of the stairs. She must have been up early meditating.
“Merry Christmas,” she smiled.
“Merry Christmas,” he said, suddenly feeling awkward, “I'll put the kettle on.”
“Already done it,” Kitto appeared beside him, “merry Christmas all.”
They fell into an uncomfortable silence. Kitto glanced at Jack for guidance, “So, what do we do now?”
Kiera laughed, “We have breakfast.”
“Okay”, Kitto turned back to the kitchen, “you two sit down while I sort us some breakfast out.”
Jack and Kiera took seats in the living room next to the tree. He glanced at her and thought s
