"Gotcha. "
When he picked up the pen, Stella waved a hand. "Oh, wait, let me get that knife. Which vein did you plan to open?"
"Cute. " He lifted his chin toward the door. "So's she. "
"Hayley? Yeah, she is. And entirely too young for you. "
"I wouldn't say entirely. Though I do prefer women with a little more. . . " He stopped, smiled again.
"We'll just say more, and stay alive. "
"Wise. "
"Your boys getting a hard time in school?"
"Excuse me?"
"Just considering what you said before. Yankee. "
"Oh. A little, maybe, but for the most part the other kids find it interesting that they're from up north, lived near one of the Great Lakes. Both their teachers pulled up a map to show where they came from. "
Her face softened as she spoke of it. "Thanks for asking. "
"I like your kids. "
He signed the forms and found himself amused when she groaned - actually groaned - watching him carelessly fold his and stuff them in his pocket.
"Next time could you wait until you're out of the office to do that? It hurts me. "
"No problem. " Maybe it was the different tone they were ending on, or maybe it was the way she'd softened up and smiled when she spoke of her children. Later, he might wonder what possessed him, but for now, he went with impulse. "Ever been to Graceland?"
"No. I'm not a big Elvis fan. "
"Ssh!" Widening his eyes, he looked toward the door. "Legally, you can't say that around here. You could face fine and imprisonment, or depending on the jury, public flogging. "
"I didn't read that in the Memphian handbook. "
"Fine print. So, I'll take you. When's your day off?"
"I. . . It depends. You'll take me to Graceland?"
"You can't settle in down here until you've experienced Graceland. Pick a day, I'll work around it. "
"I'm trying to understand here. Are you asking me for a date?"
"I wasn't heading into the date arena. I'm thinking of it more as an outing, between associates. " He set the empty mug on her desk. "Think about it, let me know. "
* * *
She had too much to do to think about it. She couldn't just pop off to Graceland. And if she could, and had some strange desire to do so, she certainly wouldn't pop off to Graceland with Logan.
The fact that she'd admired his work - and all right, bis build - didn't mean she liked him. It didn't mean she wanted to spend her very valuable off-time in his company.
But she couldn't help thinking about it, or more, wondering why he'd asked her. Maybe it was some sort of a trick, a strange initiation for the Yankee. You take her to Graceland, then abandon her in a forest of Elvis paraphernalia and see if she can find her way out.
Or maybe, in his weird Logan way, he'd decided that hitting on her was an easier away around her new system than arguing with her.
Except he hadn't seemed to be hitting on her. Exactly. It had seemed more friendly, off the cuff, or impulsive. And he'd asked about her children. There was no quicker way to cut through her annoyance, any shield, any defense than a sincere interest in her boys.