Page 56 of The Chase
“This is nice.” I seriously considered mentioning the weather.
That uncomfortable glance swapped by Tobias and Logan made me wince. Reaching for the glass of water to my left, I took a sip and then another, my throat too dry, my nervousness rising.
Their stares stuck on me.
I’d just sipped from Tobias’s glass. “Sorry.”
He suppressed a smile. “Hungry?”
I wasn’t but I gave a polite nod anyway.
Glancing from Logan and back to Tobias, I watched him order from the menu, surprised he didn’t ask us what we wanted and went ahead and ordered a selection of sandwiches, scones and pastries for all three of us.
From Logan’s calm expression she was used to this.
Our waiter opened a bottle of chilled white wine and began pouring chardonnay into the glasses.
When he went for mine I held my hand over the top. “Not for me, thank you.”
“Go ahead and fill it, please,” Tobias told him.
The waiter complied.
I pulled my hand away and watched him pour my glass.
“You had something you wanted to say to us?” Logan edged me on, her gleam of pleasure bright on her face.
She was already enjoying playing with me. I took a sip of chardonnay.
My wine was chilled to perfection but there was no way I could let my guard down and forget how heady alcohol made me.
I made a mental note not to have any more.
“I’m sorry if I offended you in any way, Mr. Wilder,” I said softly. “It wasn’t my intention.”
“Offend me?”
“I waited too long to sign it.” I gestured to the envelope.
He reached for it and pulled out the document. Tobias tucked it back in and handed it back to Logan. “Would you excuse us, please.”
Logan’s smile thinned. “In view of the circumstances I believe it’s in your best interest if I stay.”
“Circumstances?”
“Her refusal to sign.”
“It’s signed.”
“Because of my insistence.”
He gave her a comforting smile. “I can deal with Ms. Leighton from here.”
“Toby?” Her expression looked pained, and I found myself feeling sorry for her. There was sadness in her eyes that told me they were more, or perhaps I’d merely picked up on her yearning to be more.
I’d seen what a riled-up Logan was capable of. “I can go if you like?”
“Please.” His tone was intense. “I want you to stay.”
