Logan took the hint, following her through to the lounge. ‘I had no idea my uncle was so talented.’
‘You knew nothing about him at all, so why should you know that?’ she scorned.
‘Did you pose for that sculpture?’ he demanded to know, not answering her question.
‘No,’ she told him truthfully.
‘Then he did it from memory. Is it for sale?’ he rasped.
Callie paled, seeing his intention. ‘Not for all the money you possess!’ Her tone was vehement.
His mouth twisted. ‘I wasn’t going to offer that much. And I doubt you need it. I believe my uncle left you quite a rich young woman?’
‘Yes,’ she confirmed tightly.
‘It was a good idea to keep on with your job, to continue living here, otherwise I might have become suspicious.’
‘And it was a good idea of yours not to let me meet any of your family,’ she derided. ‘I would have been suspicious.’
Logan sighed. ‘I thought we’d dropped the act.’
‘I have—you haven’t!’
‘I’m not going to stand by and see you get control of Spencer Plastics!’
‘The same applies to you.’
‘God, this is ridiculous—’
‘I couldn’t agree more,’ she said tightly. ‘I thought we’d agreed that the next time we met would be at the shareholders’ meeting?’
‘When you will no doubt back Uncle Charles’ plans to expand the company,’ he snapped impatiently.
She shrugged. ‘I may do.’
‘Then you’ll have nothing. Spencer Plastics can’t handle the expansion he proposes.’
Callie was sure Logan knew a lot more about business matters than she did, but surely Sir Charles knew what was best for his own company?
‘My uncle Jeffrey opposed it,’ Logan put in softly.
Her eyes widened. ‘Jeff did?’
‘Yes. It came up at the last shareholders’ meeting—’
‘Which Jeff attended?’ she frowned.
‘No. He always had Seymour act for him. And he opposed it on his behalf.’
‘Because Jeff didn’t believe in capitalism,’ she said instantly.
‘And you do?’
‘No…’
‘Then you’ll oppose it too?’
‘I don’t know.’ She was becoming agitated now. ‘I have to discuss it with Sir Charles.’