‘Lucky Logan,’ he corrected. ‘But I believe my secretary wouldn’t put your call through today?’ he added hardly.
‘It was understandable. She didn’t know who I was—’
‘She does now,’ he said grimly. ‘And from now on your calls will be put straight through to me.’
She eyed him mockingly. ‘What makes you think I’m going to call you again?’
‘You’d better!’ he said with mock sternness. ‘I’m going to insist you call me every day from now on.’
Her heart gave a happy leap. ‘My boss won’t like that,’ she teased gently.
‘In that case I’ll call you,’ he said determinedly.
‘And what would we find to talk about every day?’
‘The evenings we’re going to spend together.’
‘Logan!’ she laughed. ‘You can’t telephone me every day and then want to see me every evening too.’
‘Who says I can’t?’ he was arrogant.
‘Well, I—’
‘I’m not losing you, Callie.’ He was deadly serious now. ‘I knew there was something different about you the moment I met you. I’d like to explore that special something about you over the next few weeks.’
‘I’d like that too,’ she admitted huskily.
The rest of the evening passed in a daze for Callie. She and Logan discussed everything under the sun, discovered similar tastes in books and music, a liking for ballet.
‘I usually take my mother if she’s in town,’ Logan told her on the drive back to her flat. ‘Maybe I could take you both some time. The Festival Ballet are going to be in town next month,’ he added thoughtfully.
She gave a start of surprise at his mention of her meeting his mother. In her eyes meeting a man’s parents, especially a man of Logan’s age, meant he was serious about her. Oh, she hoped so!
This evening with Logan had been the most enjoyable she had spent in a long time, and she hoped they would have many more of them together. Logan’s possessive manner seemed to say they would.
‘…would that be all right with you?’ he was asking now.
‘Er— Sorry?’ She had been so deep in thought she hadn’t heard a word he said!
‘Sleepyhead,’ he chided softly, his smile warm. ‘I said my mother usually likes to see Swan Lake, it’s her favourite. How about if I arrange tickets for the three of us?’
‘When would it be for?’
‘A few weeks’ time. Does it matter?’ he frowned.
‘I was just wondering if I would still be seeing you then.’ She eyed him mockingly. ‘I read an article about you in a magazine once, it said your girl-friends last an average of four weeks.’
His mouth twisted. ‘In my maturity that’s increased to two months,’ he derided.
‘In that case, get the tickets. I should just make it!’
‘I can’t wait to reach your flat,’ he muttered.
Her eyes widened. ‘Wanting to get rid of me already?’
‘No,’ he said grimly.
‘Then what— Oh,’ she blushed as his gaze caressed her, ‘I see.’