caught her off guard. She cleared her throat.
Before she could say anything, he asked, “What time’s the poker game tomorrow night?”
“Given the circumstances, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
“By circumstances, you mean sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong?”
“Something like that.” She reached for her untouched wrap and took a bite.
“A writer’s prerogative.” He picked his roll up and wolfed it down in three large bites.
“Mr. Hunter,” she began.
“Logan.” He sipped his coffee and watched her over the top of his cup. “What?”
“Please don’t be obtuse,” she snapped. “I’m a private person. I don’t like you delving into my affairs.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Got more than one going on, huh?”
She put her hands on the table as if to push up.
“Just joking. I’ll behave, promise. Besides, you can’t ask me to break a date with your daughter. I’m halfway in love with her and I like your dad’s spunk. Let me come over. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
She looked at him in disbelief. “You have no idea what best behavior is.”
“You may be surprised.” He smiled, shooting for charm. Apparently, he failed because her expression remained skeptical.
“I’d hate to disappoint your daughter. I’ll even spring for the pizza.”
Her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Better bring cookies too.”
Chapter Seven
Kendall stared into the mirror at her reflection. The kelly green Henley she wore over old jeans matched her eyes. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail exposed tiny, silver bell earrings with emerald clappers. “This is such a bad idea.” How had she managed to let herself get talked into it? Logan was like a bloodhound when his curiosity was aroused and she didn’t need that nose pointed in her or her family’s direction.
And what was that business about writing a sequel to Jewels of Heaven ? She needed to nip that in the bud. People were already talking about the similarity of styles between his heroine and the Queen of Diamonds. When she told him three years was too long between sequels, he’d just grinned and waved her away. She’d have to do some research and find a great storyline that would intrigue him.
The front doorbell ringing broke into her thoughts.
“I’ll get it.” Caroline’s little feet thumped as she ran through the house. Kendall followed at a slower pace.
She stepped forward as Caroline threw open the door. Her employer stood on the other side pizza in one hand, a bag from a local bakery in the other. He wore faded jeans, a black shirt with thin blue stripes running through it and looked good enough to eat. A whiff of aftershave that vied with the scent of pizza and chocolate chip cookies had her nose twitching.
For a moment, her guard went down and she just drank him in. He had a way about him and charm that couldn’t be trusted. But he certainly was pretty to look at.
He gave her a slow perusal. When it reached her bare feet he smiled.
She should have slipped on some shoes. Oh well, too late now.
“Mr. Hunter, you came.” Caroline danced up and down on her toes.
He squatted down beside her. “Of course. I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to join one of your famous poker games.”
Caroline giggled, the ponytails on each side of her head bouncing.
“Won’t you come in.” Kendall stepped back to let him in.
Logan rose and followed her into the dining room. Her dad came out of the kitchen carrying a pitcher of iced tea. “Hello, Mr. Hunter, glad you could join us.”
“It’s Logan. Nice to see you again, Mr. Theron.”
“Call me Bill.”
“Bill.” Logan nodded.
Her dad set the tea on the table and stuck out his hand. Logan handed the pizza and cookies to Kendall and grasped it.
Kendall smiled. It was good for her dad to have another male around. She moved an arrangement of mums and set the pizza in the middle of the table.
“Caroline, grab the paper plates and napkins
Before she could say anything, he asked, “What time’s the poker game tomorrow night?”
“Given the circumstances, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”
“By circumstances, you mean sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong?”
“Something like that.” She reached for her untouched wrap and took a bite.
“A writer’s prerogative.” He picked his roll up and wolfed it down in three large bites.
“Mr. Hunter,” she began.
“Logan.” He sipped his coffee and watched her over the top of his cup. “What?”
“Please don’t be obtuse,” she snapped. “I’m a private person. I don’t like you delving into my affairs.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Got more than one going on, huh?”
She put her hands on the table as if to push up.
“Just joking. I’ll behave, promise. Besides, you can’t ask me to break a date with your daughter. I’m halfway in love with her and I like your dad’s spunk. Let me come over. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
She looked at him in disbelief. “You have no idea what best behavior is.”
“You may be surprised.” He smiled, shooting for charm. Apparently, he failed because her expression remained skeptical.
“I’d hate to disappoint your daughter. I’ll even spring for the pizza.”
Her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Better bring cookies too.”
Chapter Seven
Kendall stared into the mirror at her reflection. The kelly green Henley she wore over old jeans matched her eyes. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail exposed tiny, silver bell earrings with emerald clappers. “This is such a bad idea.” How had she managed to let herself get talked into it? Logan was like a bloodhound when his curiosity was aroused and she didn’t need that nose pointed in her or her family’s direction.
And what was that business about writing a sequel to Jewels of Heaven ? She needed to nip that in the bud. People were already talking about the similarity of styles between his heroine and the Queen of Diamonds. When she told him three years was too long between sequels, he’d just grinned and waved her away. She’d have to do some research and find a great storyline that would intrigue him.
The front doorbell ringing broke into her thoughts.
“I’ll get it.” Caroline’s little feet thumped as she ran through the house. Kendall followed at a slower pace.
She stepped forward as Caroline threw open the door. Her employer stood on the other side pizza in one hand, a bag from a local bakery in the other. He wore faded jeans, a black shirt with thin blue stripes running through it and looked good enough to eat. A whiff of aftershave that vied with the scent of pizza and chocolate chip cookies had her nose twitching.
For a moment, her guard went down and she just drank him in. He had a way about him and charm that couldn’t be trusted. But he certainly was pretty to look at.
He gave her a slow perusal. When it reached her bare feet he smiled.
She should have slipped on some shoes. Oh well, too late now.
“Mr. Hunter, you came.” Caroline danced up and down on her toes.
He squatted down beside her. “Of course. I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to join one of your famous poker games.”
Caroline giggled, the ponytails on each side of her head bouncing.
“Won’t you come in.” Kendall stepped back to let him in.
Logan rose and followed her into the dining room. Her dad came out of the kitchen carrying a pitcher of iced tea. “Hello, Mr. Hunter, glad you could join us.”
“It’s Logan. Nice to see you again, Mr. Theron.”
“Call me Bill.”
“Bill.” Logan nodded.
Her dad set the tea on the table and stuck out his hand. Logan handed the pizza and cookies to Kendall and grasped it.
Kendall smiled. It was good for her dad to have another male around. She moved an arrangement of mums and set the pizza in the middle of the table.
“Caroline, grab the paper plates and napkins
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