Meeting His Match (Single In the City 1)

“Okay.” She weaved through the furniture in the living room toward his bedroom. “Hey, my dad wants to have dinner next week,” she called out as she headed toward the giant bed with the leather upholstered headboard and made a beeline for the nightstand.

Opening the drawer, she pulled out his wallet, but not before her eyes snagged on a small package. A padded mailer with a large bulge piqued her curiosity. She reached for it, then thought better of it and pulled her hand away.

It was none of her business, so she slammed the door shut, then stared at the closed nightstand for several seconds before growling and yanking the drawer back open. With a glance at the doorway to ensure sh

e was still alone, she pulled out the little padded envelope and reached inside.

A robins egg blue Tiffany box stared back out at her. She gasped, then covered her mouth to stifle the sound.

No. It couldn’t be, could it?

Her stomach did a little jig as she opened the box the tiniest of cracks until she made out the outline of a ring. With a yelp, she hurriedly shoved it back in the envelope, then the nightstand and slammed the door shut.

“Everything okay?” Logan called out.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry. Pinched my finger on the drawer,” she hollered back.

Standing, she smoothed down her black shift dress, trying to ease the butterflies wreaking havoc on her insides. He was going to propose. Dr. Logan Love was going to propose. To her. And she knew without a doubt she would say yes when he did.

Now, suddenly, the three-week trip to Europe made sense. Logan had almost seemed nervous about it every time he brought it up. If Marti was a betting woman, she’d guess he’d pop the question while watching a Parisian sunset, while gazing at the Eiffel Tower, or cuddling on a romantic gondola ride. No matter how he popped the big question, it would be amazing, of that she had no doubt.

Only three months away . . .

Marti bounced on her toes and snatched Logan’s wallet off the bed, then made her way back out to him. She smothered her smile the best she could, which was difficult, considering she felt ridiculously giddy. Who was this love-stricken woman, and what happened to the Queen of Single?

She handed him his wallet and tried her best to act as nonchalant as possible. She saw nothing. Knew nothing. Nothing was out of the ordinary.

Logan fished the travel agent’s business card out of the worn leather and quickly tapped out an email on his phone, while glancing up at Marti, eyeing her suspiciously. “Why do you have that weird look on your face?” he asked.

“Me? What weird face?”

“That one.” He waved the card at her. “Like you’re full of air and ready to explode.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Marti said, pretending to pick a piece of lint off her dress. Then, because he was still staring, to busy herself, she moved to the bottle of uncorked wine and poured them both a glass.

Once Logan finished his email, he tucked his phone back in his pocket, while Marti pressed her lips together, lest she say anything incriminating like, Have any questions to ask me? Planning to take me off the market any time soon? Been to Tiffany’s lately?

Logan narrowed his eyes on her, and she shifted her gaze away. He was like a human lie detector and he’d figure her out in an instant. Taking a healthy sip of her wine, she avoided eye contact when a knock came on the door. Saved by the bell!

She jumped toward the sound, more than eager for the interruption. “That’s probably them. I’ll get it.” She scurried off and flung open the door.

Mel and Caroline spilled into Logan’s apartment. “Hurry,” Caroline said, as she pulled Marti in for a hug, “get Mel a glass of wine. Actually, scratch that, make it the whole bottle.”

Marti grinned and glanced over at Mel, who wore a slightly dazed expression. Her forehead creased as she glanced over at Marti, offering her a half-hearted greeting. “Yo.”

Next to her, Logan appeared with a huge glass of Pinot for both of her friends.

Caroline accepted hers with enthusiasm, giving Logan the once-over in appreciation. “You’re the perfect man. Do you have any brothers? Maybe a twin, perhaps?” And as her friends prattled on, fawning over him, Marti glanced up at him and couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world.

His full lips curved into a wide smile, and his forest green eyes glittered as he laughed at something they said. Warmth pooled low in her belly. Her heart pounded a rhythmic beat, and as if he sensed her thoughts, the depth of her emotion in that moment, he reached out clasping her hand in his, and the only thing running through her head was the thought was, I can’t wait to officially make him mine.