Page 50 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

He gave me a lazy smile before lifting the first rounded cover.

“Crab cakes,” I said.

“For lunch?” He raised his eyebrows.

“It was on the menu.” I grabbed a new plate and a fork from the second shelf of the cart and speared one of the cakes. “Where’s the sauce?”

“You’re just going to stab it like that?” Logan looked aghast.

“I’m about to eat it,” I reminded him.

Logan pulled the plate away from me and began dishing everything up. “You’re such a heathen.”

“I do resemble that remark.” I gave him a wink.

I loved watching Logan work with food. This was his thing, and even though it was just the two of us, he arranged the items on our individual plates as if he were being graded on the presentation. When he surrendered my portion, he pointed at me. “No stabbing.”

“Should I scoop the fries?”

“Those are finger foods.”

We laughed, and then started to rate the offerings. The crab cakes were okay, but Logan’s were better. The fries were awesome. The club sandwich was divine, the burger cooked to perfection, and all the sauces delicious.

“Not bad,” Logan said as he patted the corner of his lips with the linen napkin.

“Acceptable,” I said in my best William impression.

Logan leaned back and studied me. His blasted blue eyes seemed to look right through my walls and into my soul.

This is where we’d usually start a ridiculous conversation about something like how chocolate was only a garnish and not a main dish, but I’d promised myself that I’d dig deeper into Logan White. I returned his intense stare and said, “What did you learn at your trade show?”

Logan ran his hand through his hair. “So much.”

“Top three things?”

He looked pensive for a few seconds before he spoke. “I purchased an inventory system that I think is really going to make planning easier. My spreadsheets, while formidable, have been falling short.”

I gave him a nod of encouragement to keep going.

“I talked to a guy who is in a similar situation as me with the Crazy and Magnificent Moose businesses but a few years ahead of where I am. He had a few pointers for me that I hadn’t considered. Hopefully, they will help me avoid problems that he faced.”

“And?” I prompted.

“And I took at least a hundred pictures of lights, tables, and décor that I can use when I decide to expand the Magnificent Moose.”

“You’re already thinking about expanding?” That surprised me. From what little he’d told me, he’d felt as if he were drowning since opening the upscale restaurant.

Logan held up a hand. “Not for a year or two. I need to see if the allure wears off and people stop booking the place. If it doesn’t, then I’ll have a reason to create another room and maybe another kitchen.”

“Wow.” I sat back and smiled. “Look at you, all grown up and running a successful business.”

“We’ve both been doing that for years.” He gestured between us.

“Fair point.” Logan was right, I’d been freelancing websites for a while, and I had plenty of customers. I’d had to cut back when I’d decided to pursue the subscription box idea.

Logan started gathering dishes and stacking them. “How long before you go live with your clothes?”

Would his wife have to do anything in the kitchen? “At least a few months. Your aunt is in China and has sent me a few interesting propositions, which is why I was looking at local goods earlier. I’ve got a lot of decisions to make, which is stressing me out a little, so I’m taking it slow.”

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