Blind Date with the Boss (Heads or Hearts #6)

EPILOGUE

WITH his white shirtsleeves rolled up and a long apron loosely tied about his hips, Logan stood at the stove in Sally’s kitchen and stirred a mint sauce while he kept an eye on steaming peas. He’d taken quite a liking to this cooking caper.

A wintry wind whistled outside, knocking at the windows and buffeting the doors and he hoped the forecast rain held off until their guests arrived and were safely inside. Hattie, Carissa and Geoff, Sally’s brother Steve and his wife were all due any minute now.

Everything was ready. Sally had set the table in the dining room with the best silver and china and she’d done clever things with flowers and candles so that the room looked enchanting and perfect for their first dinner party.

Now she was upstairs touching up her lipstick and tidying her hair. For a wistful moment Logan pictured her up there, applying colour to her soft lips, tweaking a golden curl, spraying scent on her wrists and her cleavage.

He closed his eyes as desire pounded through him. Easy man . Keep your mind in the kitchen .

Here in the kitchen, the air was warm and fragrant with the scent of roasting lamb and rosemary and sizzling potatoes. Copper shaded lights warmed the whitewashed walls and terracotta tiles and picked up the honeyed tones of the timber cupboards. With the wind roaring outside, everything in this room looked especially cosy tonight.

Logan was glad he and Sally had finally decided to live here rather than in his penthouse. They’d spent the past six months dividing their time between both places and it had been fun for a while, but it was good to be settled.

He liked the sense of permanence the decision had brought. Besides, Sally was very emotionally attached to this house and they were renting out his penthouse for an outrageous sum.

Everything was working out amazingly well. In spite of ditching his five year plan, his business was going from strength to strength.

He’d tried to coax Sally into taking his PA’s position, but she’d vetoed that idea. In the end, he’d known she was wise to leave Blackcorp and get a new job in Chloe’s favourite art gallery.

Now, they both shared an interest in his business, but at the end of the working day, they came to each other as lovers rather than co-workers.

Life with Sally was, as Logan had always suspected, incredibly romantic and an enormous adventure.

‘Oh, no! That apron has to go. It makes you look far too sexy.’

At the sound of Sally’s voice Logan spun around. She was wearing a cream silk blouse with black velvet trousers and she’d done something with her hair to make it look sophisticated, yet casual and utterly gorgeous.

He grinned at her. ‘You look good enough to eat.’

‘I’m afraid fiancées aren’t on the menu tonight.’ She smiled as she waved her left hand at him, making the solitaire diamond flash and sparkle. ‘Just roast lamb, followed by poached pears with Mascarpone.’

‘But I can have you for hors d’oeuvres .’

‘Of course you can.’ Laughing, she crossed the kitchen and wound her arms about his neck. Her slender curves pressed close and she touched her lips to his jaw and a soft groan escaped him. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all. With Sally in his arms, he feared he’d be in no fit state to greet their guests.

‘I hope they don’t stay too late tonight,’ she said grinning cheekily. ‘I can’t wait to tell our families the wonderful news about our wedding, but by the end of this evening I’ll be desperate to be alone with you.’

They shared a smile, a private and intimate smile, brimming with promise, and Logan gathered her close again.

Two nights ago, right here in this kitchen, this wonderful woman had agreed to marry him. Now he created havoc with her lipstick just as the front doorbell rang.