Page 20 of An Heir For Her Enemy

Delaney waited for several more minutes, but Logan was still nowhere to be found. Finally, she paid the bill and went to look for him. He was sitting on the edge of a small garden wall, engaged in what sounded like a very adversarial conversation with someone on the other end of the line. Just as Delaney was about to try to get his attention, he hung up and stood.

“Hey.” She folded her arms.

“Delaney. Are you ready for the next excursion?” He didn’t apologize for leaving their lunch to take a call. And why should he? For Logan, work was clearly the most important thing. Everything else was secondary.

“I am.” Delaney nodded. “Where to?”

“First, back to the car. Our next stop is a museum, and I think you’ll like it.”

“I like most museums. Art museums, at least.”

“Then you’ll like this.” Logan got out his phone as they walked and began typing again. Delaney looked away, up at the blue sky and around at the beautiful buildings that lined the alley. She didn’t need Logan. She would enjoy this day with or without him.

Delaney half wanted to dislike whatever museum Logan picked, out of principle, but as she strolled through the National Gallery of Modern Art, taking in paintings by artists from Gustav Klimt to Monet to Cézanne, she had to admit that Logan had hit the nail on the head. This was one of the museums she’d read about in college and dreamed of visiting herself one day — and now here she was.

Sure, Logan was busy answering another urgent call from someone at Ordinal, even though by Delaney’s calculation it must have still been very early morning back home, but it didn’t matter. No jerk was going to ruin her enjoyment of this magical place.

After the museum, Logan led the way back to the car and opened Delaney’s door for her. This time, she allowed him to do so. As they drove away, he turned to her with an apologetic expression.

“I’ll need to go back to the hotel and work now.”

“Fair enough.” Delaney considered adding a snide comment about how he liked disappearing, but it wouldn’t have been fair. They’d had a nice day together and, even though he’d worked for most of it, she could understand that he’d have more to do.

“Feel free to order room service for dinner on my account. Or anything else you’d like.”

“Thanks.” Delaney bit her lip. “I had a nice day today.”

“So did I.” They smiled at each other. “I didn’t—” Logan’s phone rang, and he cut himself off mid-sentence as he reached for it. He declined the call but didn’t finish whatever he’d been planning to say.

“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Delaney asked. “Do you need to work?”

“I’d be happy to see the sights a little more instead.” Logan put his phone back in his pocket.

Delaney hesitated. It had been a nice day, but she still felt torn. “You know… yes, I’d like to. But I want to give you a bit of a challenge.”

“Is it art-analysis related?”

“No.” Delaney grinned. “It’s much harder than that.”

“What?” Logan grinned back.

“I dare you to spend the whole day without your phone.”

Logan scoffed. “I can do that anytime. It’s hardly a challenge. But I do need to keep my phone on me so that I can keep up with work.”

“You know you just contradicted yourself, right?”

“Hardly.”

“Um, yes, you did. So, can you go a day without your phone, or can’t you?”

Logan hesitated, then hedged. “Let me see how much work I get done tonight.”

“That’s what I thought.” Delaney sat back in her seat with a shake of her head. It would be another day of Logan on his phone. Still, it would be nice to spend a little more time exploring the city.

“You think you know me, but you don’t.”

“Ha. I know a lot of things about you.” Delaney raised her eyebrows. “You might think you’re unique, but I can predict everything you’re going to do.”

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