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Authors: Gayla Drummond
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“That’s a pretty picture.”
“It is.” All of my worries about home ownership had melted away. “That’s my house. Gosh. I’m like, officially an adult now.”
Logan chuckled. “Do you need a minute?”
“Nope. I need to get inside and see if it’s as awesome as I remember.”
“All right.” He began to drive forward.
“It does need paint, and there’s an unfinished efficiency apartment at the back of the garage.”
“How much land?”
“Twenty-four acres.”
“Nice.” He slowed the truck and pulled up in front of the garage. “It’s a good-sized place.”
“I know, right? The dogs are going to love it.” Unbuckling my seat belt, I was out the door before he’d shut off the engine. “Come on.”
“Right behind you.”
I giggled the whole way to the front door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. Most of the first floor was an open plan, and I scanned it, hardly able to believe it was really mine. “That’s my fireplace, and my kitchen. Ooh!”
“Wow.” Logan had come inside. “This is really nice. I like it.”
I spun around with a smile, and my jaw dropped because he was carrying a picnic basket and a blanket. “What’s that for?”
He tilted his head toward the fireplace. “Soames mentioned you’d have a fireplace. I brought wood, thought we could have a celebratory lunch.”
How thoughtful, and kind of...no, it was pretty much romantic, unless he’d packed cheese sandwiches. “You’re awesome. But first, the grand tour, okay?”
“Sure.” He put down the basket and blanket, and I immediately began leading him around.
It took half an hour, because I wanted to coo over various things. Logan went outside after we’d returned downstairs, and brought in the wood. He began building a small fire after checking out the fireplace.
“You can make it bigger.”
“It’ll burn for hours.”
“I can put it out when we’re ready to leave.”
“Right,” he said. “Tiger Lady is also Psychic Lady, with Amazing Fire Powers.”
I laughed and opened the basket. “Holy cow, dude.”
The basket was packed, with two wine glasses and a nice bottle of pinot noir front and center. I pulled it out. “How did you manage this in just a couple of hours on a Saturday?”
No brightly colored plastic plates or paper napkins to be found. The plates were bone china, the silverware heavy, and the napkins were linen. Even the food was packaged in nice, glass serving dishes. My mouth began watering as I unloaded them. Coq au vin, green beans almandine, and parsleyed potatoes. There was cheesecake drizzled with chocolate for dessert, two mugs and a black thermos full of coffee, too.
“I pulled a few strings.” He’d turned around. “One of the clan works at a French restaurant. I hope the food’s good.”
“Are you kidding? This is fantastic.” I couldn’t believe he’d gone to that much trouble. Well, okay, he hadn’t had to cook any of it, but still...I felt my eyes narrow and cocked my head. “You wouldn’t happen to be trying to seduce me, would you?”
He blinked, a strong feeling of genuine surprise emanating from him. “No, why?”
“Because there’s candles.” I pulled them out. “There’s wine, and a fabulous French meal. Plus the cozy fire. It’s all quite the romantic setup, dude.”
Logan surveyed everything. “When you put it that way, I guess it is, but I swear my intentions are pure. I just wanted a nice lunch, since this is a special day for you.”
“This is an extremely nice lunch.” My God, how sweet was he, doing something like this without an ulterior motive? “Thank you.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome.”
“Come eat before everything gets cold.”
A n hour later, I savored the last bite of cheesecake and sighed. “Yum. Absolutely delicious.”
“The French have gained a new fan. That was fantastic.” Logan held up the thermos. “More coffee?”
“I’m good, thank you.” I checked my phone. “It’s almost two.”
“And
“It is.” All of my worries about home ownership had melted away. “That’s my house. Gosh. I’m like, officially an adult now.”
Logan chuckled. “Do you need a minute?”
“Nope. I need to get inside and see if it’s as awesome as I remember.”
“All right.” He began to drive forward.
“It does need paint, and there’s an unfinished efficiency apartment at the back of the garage.”
“How much land?”
“Twenty-four acres.”
“Nice.” He slowed the truck and pulled up in front of the garage. “It’s a good-sized place.”
“I know, right? The dogs are going to love it.” Unbuckling my seat belt, I was out the door before he’d shut off the engine. “Come on.”
“Right behind you.”
I giggled the whole way to the front door, unlocked it, and stepped inside. Most of the first floor was an open plan, and I scanned it, hardly able to believe it was really mine. “That’s my fireplace, and my kitchen. Ooh!”
“Wow.” Logan had come inside. “This is really nice. I like it.”
I spun around with a smile, and my jaw dropped because he was carrying a picnic basket and a blanket. “What’s that for?”
He tilted his head toward the fireplace. “Soames mentioned you’d have a fireplace. I brought wood, thought we could have a celebratory lunch.”
How thoughtful, and kind of...no, it was pretty much romantic, unless he’d packed cheese sandwiches. “You’re awesome. But first, the grand tour, okay?”
“Sure.” He put down the basket and blanket, and I immediately began leading him around.
It took half an hour, because I wanted to coo over various things. Logan went outside after we’d returned downstairs, and brought in the wood. He began building a small fire after checking out the fireplace.
“You can make it bigger.”
“It’ll burn for hours.”
“I can put it out when we’re ready to leave.”
“Right,” he said. “Tiger Lady is also Psychic Lady, with Amazing Fire Powers.”
I laughed and opened the basket. “Holy cow, dude.”
The basket was packed, with two wine glasses and a nice bottle of pinot noir front and center. I pulled it out. “How did you manage this in just a couple of hours on a Saturday?”
No brightly colored plastic plates or paper napkins to be found. The plates were bone china, the silverware heavy, and the napkins were linen. Even the food was packaged in nice, glass serving dishes. My mouth began watering as I unloaded them. Coq au vin, green beans almandine, and parsleyed potatoes. There was cheesecake drizzled with chocolate for dessert, two mugs and a black thermos full of coffee, too.
“I pulled a few strings.” He’d turned around. “One of the clan works at a French restaurant. I hope the food’s good.”
“Are you kidding? This is fantastic.” I couldn’t believe he’d gone to that much trouble. Well, okay, he hadn’t had to cook any of it, but still...I felt my eyes narrow and cocked my head. “You wouldn’t happen to be trying to seduce me, would you?”
He blinked, a strong feeling of genuine surprise emanating from him. “No, why?”
“Because there’s candles.” I pulled them out. “There’s wine, and a fabulous French meal. Plus the cozy fire. It’s all quite the romantic setup, dude.”
Logan surveyed everything. “When you put it that way, I guess it is, but I swear my intentions are pure. I just wanted a nice lunch, since this is a special day for you.”
“This is an extremely nice lunch.” My God, how sweet was he, doing something like this without an ulterior motive? “Thank you.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome.”
“Come eat before everything gets cold.”
A n hour later, I savored the last bite of cheesecake and sighed. “Yum. Absolutely delicious.”
“The French have gained a new fan. That was fantastic.” Logan held up the thermos. “More coffee?”
“I’m good, thank you.” I checked my phone. “It’s almost two.”
“And
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