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is clear and glorious, looking good enough to dive into, though I wisely avoid the temptation.
    “When did you learn to do this?” I ask, opening one of my blankets and wrapping it around his middle in an attempt to share the warmth.
    Keeping one hand on the wheel, Logan wraps his other arm around me, saying, “Last year when I initiated the project in Marseille. I was there for two weeks at one point, and I needed something to do on the weekends. I’ve always loved the ocean, so I figured it was a good opportunity to learn. But I don’t have my license yet,” he announces, startling me. Are we acting outside of the law right now , I wonder wildly. He looks down at me and chuckles at the look of shock on my face for a second time. “I don’t need one,” he then lets me know.
    Oh … “Does that mean I can drive it too?” I check, now grinning at him.
    He smiles back and slowly shakes his head. He continues to gaze at me for longer than I judge to be safe.
    “Eyes on the ocean, Logan,” I tell him hurriedly.
    “You distracted me,” he mutters to himself, a smile still in place on his face.
    “When you initiate projects outside of Paris do you often have to leave for several weeks?” I wonder.
    “I always have done,” he tells me, “but things change.” His arm tightens its hold around me, and I know he’s talking about me. “The nice thing about being a boss is that I can delegate. It’ll give me the chance to stay in Paris, and someone else the chance to step up into a new role.”
    “Is that what you want?” I ask. “I mean, the beginning of any project is always exciting, and if you want to be there, then, you know, you and I will make it work,” I promise him.
    He looks at me lovingly. “I don’t want to spend two weeks away from you,” he says with absolute certainty.
    “I don’t want to spend two weeks away from you either,” I tell him. “But I also don’t want to fuck up your company,” I add.
    He laughs heartily. “You won’t. You and I come first, and then Leary Constructions. That’s non-negotiable,” he grins.
    “Fine then, I guess I’ll just have to put up with you,” I sigh sarcastically. In reality, his words thrill me.
    Fifteen minutes later we arrive at a much shorter, darker dock, which leads to a stairway with at least two hundred steps up a vertical cliff-face.
    There had better be something good up here, I think, as my legs start to scream after step one hundred. There is something good, something amazing! Huffing and puffing at the top of the stairs, I’m in awe of the beguiling manor house that sits some five-hundred metres in front of us. Between us and it, lies a perfectly manicured garden, with neatly trimmed hedges edging the pristine pebbled pathways. The sight would be breathtaking if I weren’t already out of breath.
    “We can have a look in the manor house if you like, but my main aim was to show you the gardens,” Logan tells me. “There are twenty acres in total, they’re award-winning, and apparently a must-see for botanical fans,” he says, reciting the information that he’s obviously looked up in advance. So thoughtful , Logan ! “Knowing your affinity for landscape design, I hoped you’d like it too,” he says, waiting for my reaction.
    I lunge at him, throwing my arms around his neck and pressing my lips to his. “I love it already,” I beam at him. “Thank you, Logan, this is…” Words momentarily fail me. “It’s surprising, actually, considering how brief our conversation about landscaping was.” I’m honoured that he remembered it.
    “Brief, yes, but your passion was obvious, baby,” he tells me, taking ahold of my hand and leading the way.
    We spend over two hours walking around at a very sedate pace. I talk Logan’s ear off, my enthusiasm bursting out of me as I encounter detail after detail that blows my mind. No wonder this place is renowned, it’s phenomenal! The more of it I see, the surer I become that my days