Page 9 of One Sweet Day in Lovely Bay
‘What’s cooking? I’m starving.’
Logan chuckled. ‘You always are.’
‘I know.’
‘You put away more than anyone I know.’
‘Always been the same.’ Cally joked, ‘It costs a lot to feed me like the horses.’
Logan laughed and joked. ‘You’re up there with the horses as Lovely Manor costs these days. It’s a good job I can cook a few things. I need to budget for you.’
‘I’m such a lucky duck. I get the delights of your cooking as well as the shimmering light over the manor. I mean, what more could a girl ask for?’ Cally bantered.
Logan reached for a wooden spoon and stirred a pot on the stove. ‘You areverylucky. I’ve made something special, too. Remember our first dinner date here?’
‘The risotto! You’ve made it again? I thought it smelt familiar.’
Logan grinned. ‘Exactly. I thought it would be nice to revisit that memory. Plus, it’s one of the few dishes I can make without setting the kitchen on fire, so that’s always a bonus.’
Cally laughed. ‘Rubbish, you’re a great cook.’
‘It should be ready in about ten minutes. Drink?’
‘Love one.’
As Logan poured them each a drink, Cally rested her elbows on the table. ‘Tell me more about your day.’
Logan leaned against the worktop, facing her. ‘Aside from the meetings, not much to speak of. You?’
‘Busy as well, but not with anything that interesting. Boring, really. I looked at a few flats online but that was about it other than work stuff.’
‘Any good flats?’
The sound of the risotto simmering filled the room, accompanied by the clinking of utensils as Logan moved around the kitchen. Cally’s stomach growled as he handed her a glass of wine.
‘Nothing in my budget.’
‘Sit tight. Something will come up.’
‘Hope so.’
‘Right, this is almost ready. I hope you’re hungry.’
‘I can’t wait to taste it again.’
‘As I said, I don’t know where you put it.’
Cally laughed. ‘My grandma always reckoned I had hollow knees. They used to say that in the old days, didn’t they?’
‘I make her right.’ After Logan put out some plates and cutlery, they chatted for a bit and then he popped the cooking pot on the table, added a green salad and they both served themselves the risotto. ‘Bon appétit,’ Logan said as he raised his glass.
‘Bon appétit,’ Cally echoed, clinking her glass against his. ‘Thanks for cooking. You can stay.’
‘Ha. I’m so honoured.’
Cally tucked in and took a bite of the risotto. ‘Mmm, perfect. You’re very good at risotto.’
‘Here’s to many more evenings with sunsets and food like this.’
