Page 2 of One Sweet Day in Lovely Bay
‘Not that old technophobe thing. Makes me chuckle when people say that as they use an app to pretty much drive their car.’
Cally nodded. ‘Trust me, I’ve heard it all in that job. My eyes are no longer able to roll far enough back in my head. How many times have I heard a parcel was lost in the post when I have the picture from the delivery driver of the parcel in situ?’
‘You make me laugh.’
‘A job, though, is a job, is it not?’
‘You betcha.’ Logan wiggled the brown bag. ‘Remind you of anything?’
Cally put her head to the side and pretended to think. ‘Hmm, let me think.’
‘The day you threw a raw chicken breast at me just to get me to notice you. I mean, talk about desperate.’
‘Yeah, nope, not quite, but I’ll let youthinkthat was what happened.’
Logan chuckled. ‘If it hadn’t been for that dodgy paper bag, we might never have crossed paths.’
‘I suppose not. Though I might have met you at the manor.’ Cally felt the ripple she felt, when Logan looked at her, zoom from her feet to her heart.
Logan smiled. ‘If I hadn’t been down here because my office was being renovated and I’d needed to keep an eye on the horses, we might not have ever met.’
Cally squinted and put her head to the side. ‘You’re right. I’ve never thought about it like that.’
‘There were a few sliding door occasions. When we scrounged those speakeasy tickets that night, I thought you might be there and you were.’
Cally giggled. ‘That’s why when I came out of the bathroom, you were gone.’
‘All part of a carefully strategised plan to get my wicked way.’
Cally punched Logan gently on the arm. ‘It was not!’
Logan laughed, took Cally’s basket, and hooked it over his arm. ‘You made it easy for me. Chucking poultry at me and pulling shelves down on yourself.’
Cally shook her head as she remembered her first day working for Nina when a shelving unit had collapsed around her. ‘Gosh. I thought I was going to have to pay for that unit.’
‘But I saved the day.’ Logan joked and smiled.
‘You hero, you.’
‘I think I made quite a good hero.’
‘I guess you did.’
‘You were quite the piece of work. I knew I had to up my game.’
‘What? What are you on about? Up your game?’
‘Hot air balloons, Royal boxes.’ Logan gesticulated with the basket. ‘Flipping picnics. I hope you know how lucky you are, Blackcurrant.’
‘Right back at you, Henry-Hicks.’ Cally laughed and bantered. ‘You’re the one who is lucky. It’d be good if you never, ever forget that.’
‘Trust me. I won’t.’
Logan chuckled and smiled as they turned from the jetty. ‘Well, let’s hope we don’t have any more calamities with bags. Right, let’s get going. I need a coffee.’
After strolling along by the harbour and enjoying the sunshine, they stopped at a coffee kiosk and after Logan had queued up, they sat right by the water on a bench, and he handed her a cup. Cally sipped her coffee, looked up at the blue sky, and smiled. ‘Well, this is the life. After a week of nothing but work, a nice coffee with this view is just what I needed.’
‘You need a break, if you ask me. You’re working like three jobs.’
