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for a while. Choosing the latter, five minutes saw Fiona perched on a stool in the bar, keeping Carlos and Rafael company in between them serving customers and clearing tables.
    She’d spent quite a bit of time in the bar over the weeks she’d been working at the Totally Five Star and had found it a good way to get to know her colleagues. It was easier than going out in a huge group and trying to make conversation with everyone. In the bar area, she could just talk with the two or three staff members currently on shift, grabbing snippets of conversation between them serving customers. As a result, she was pretty friendly with all the bar staff.
    A sudden influx of patrons meant that Carlos’ and Rafael’s attentions were on mixing and pouring drinks, leaving Fiona to amuse herself. She subtly watched the guests, wondering if she could guess what they’d order, and what had brought them to the hotel. Her curious nature and active imagination were soon conjuring up all kinds of situations, most of which she was sure were way off the mark. But making stuff up was keeping her entertained.
    That was until a hand on her shoulder made her jolt and spin around on her stool, her heart pounding so hard she worried it’d turn her ribs to dust. Clutching at her chest, she said without thinking, “Fucking hell, you scared the shit out of me!”
    A second later, which was a second too late, she realized it wasn’t any of the group she’d gone out with returned to the hotel, but Blue Eyes. He stepped back, holding his hands up. “Whoa, I’m sorry, Fiona, I didn’t mean to startle you. I did speak, but you were obviously in your own little world.” He gave a wry grin. “I just came over to see if you wanted to join us.”
    Glancing to where he indicated Green Eyes sitting at a table, she nodded politely in response as Green Eyes raised his glass to her in acknowledgment. “I’m so sorry,” she said, her pulse still skipping. “Please pardon my language. You startled me, and I thought you were one of my friends. I apologize.”
    Shrugging, Blue Eyes said, “Don’t worry about it. My language is bluer than the Atlantic Ocean. Think nothing of it. So…would you like to join us?”
    Fiona was torn between the answer she wanted to give, and the one propriety dictated she give. Figuring the latter was a great deal more sensible, she replied, “Thank you, but I don’t want to gatecrash your evening. I was just chatting to my colleagues here, until they got busy.”
    “I know. I saw. But you won’t be gatecrashing, because you’ve been invited. Come on. We’re quite interesting, really. I’m Logan, by the way. Logan Chisholm.”
    Shaking the hand that was offered to her, Fiona tried not to let her brain linger on the fact that his hand was large and strong, and would probably feel amazing on her—
    “Fiona Gillespie,” she forced out, with a smile. “Nice to meet you, officially.”
    “You too. I take it you’re okay after your incident earlier in the week?”
    Glad that the dim lights would hide much of her blush, she replied, “Yes, thank you. Absolutely fine. Thank you again for being so kind.”
    “No problem at all. It was my pleasure. Now, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, will you be joining us or are you going to send me back to my buddy with my tail between my legs?”
    Giving her puppy dog eyes and a pout, Logan clearly knew how to win people round, which probably went some way to explaining his apparent success.
    Laughing, she slid carefully from the stool, picked up her drink and her bag and said, “All right, all right. You win. But you’d better be as interesting as you say.”
    Logan didn’t respond, but his arrogant smirk and the glint in his eyes kindled a heat low in Fiona’s abdomen. Damn, that was all she needed—her hormones to start getting involved again. Look what had happened last time. Falling into step behind Logan, she took a couple of deep breaths and resisted the