Page 65 of Break the Barrier
Logan smiles softly with a nod. “Not in the slightest.”
I take a sip and am pleasantly surprised with how good it is. “For a guy who doesn’t drink wine, you have good taste.”
“And I’ll have to give that one to Dani. I asked her what was good, and she provided the label name.”
I glance around the kitchen, spotting the cooked chicken when he pulls it out of the oven, and smile at the effort he is making.
“I admit, when you asked if I was free for dinner, I assumed we would go somewhere.”
He stills and glances around. “We still can, if that’s what you want.”
“No, no.” I wave my hand. “I meant that in a good way, like I can’t believe you went through all of this for me.”
Tilting his head to the side, he says, “I have this feeling that I may do just about anything for you.”
Blushing at that, I nod my head. “I kind of feel the same way.”
“Good.” He grins, getting out two plates.
“I think you underestimate how attractive it is that you’ve made me dinner. And a nice elaborate one at that.”
“I did forget the bread, so you have to knock down some points for that.”
I smile, snapping my fingers. “Darn. You were doing so well.”
“I know, I know. I’m a carb thief.”
I arch a brow. “Never get between a woman and bread. Nasty things could happen.”
We laugh together, and I take an opportunity to glance around the house. There’s a candle lit on the coffee table, and the house looks freshly cleaned.
This man cooked and cleaned for me. I am definitely in trouble.
“It’s kind of weird that Lue isn’t here,” I admit, waving my hand. “I mean, it feels so quiet without her.”
“She can definitely talk, that daughter of mine.”
“Oh, no, I didn’t mean anything bad?—”
He smiles at me and cuts me off. “Thea, relax. I know you weren’t talking smack about her. I can see that you guys are getting along well.”
I sigh and lean my elbows against the island. “She’s a hard kid not to like.”
“Definitely.” He chuckles. “Tonight, she had three differentinvitations from three different friends and had to make pro/con lists to make a choice.”
I laugh. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope, it was a tedious process. It came to the point where I almost called it off and said she had to stay home.”
“Down to the wire, huh?”
“We had seconds to leave before she made the choice.”
Shaking my head, I say, “Well, maybe next time just have her three friends come here.”
His eyes widen in horror. “Three fourteen-year-old girls here? No thanks.”
“Ah, is that weird?”
