Page 2 of Savoring Christmas
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw Mia approaching their booth.
Was she coming over to them? His stomach clenched and he held his breath. Oh, yes, she was. She was now standing before them.
Logan looked up to meet her gaze. Immediately, his stomach got all fluttery. Her eyes and that full mouth and smooth skinthat made him long to see if it was as soft as it appeared. And her cute, curvy little figure in those jeans. Good lord. She was so pretty.
“Hey, guys.” Mia’s gaze landed briefly on Logan before she glanced around at each of them in turn. “Will I see any of you at the cooking class?”
“I’d love to, but December is too crazy for me at the store and everything,” Max said.
“Laney needs me at home in the evenings,” Nolan said. “After being home with a baby all day, she can’t wait for me to get home.”
“My wife’s interested,” Luke said. “She’s always talking about how she wishes she were a better cook.”
“Oh, nice,” Max said. “You told Abby she should take Mia’s cooking class?”
Luke held up his hands, shaking his head. “No, I swear, I didn’t suggest it. She brought it up.”
“I’m happy to hear Abby will be there,” Mia said. “I’m so grateful for what she did for Cannoli last month. I was beside myself when he got sick.”
Luke grinned. “Cannoli’s too quick. Not every dog manages to sneak half a focaccia loaf off the counter.”
Mia laughed softly. “I still don’t know how he got up there. I’m just glad Abby knew exactly what to do. He’s back to his usual self—stealing biscuits when I’m not looking. I love that little dog like she’s my child. It’s kind of ridiculous.”
“Not according to my wife,” Luke said. “She says all dogs have souls, and they come to us just when we need them most.”
A flash of pain crossed Mia’s face. “It seems that way to me. Cannoli came into my life when I really needed a new best friend.”
New best friend?
“Did your other dog die?” Logan blurted out.
Mia flinched. “What? No. She’s my first dog.”
“Oh, right. Duh.” Duh? Logan inwardly groaned. He was truly a mess in front of this woman.
“I just had a great idea. Just came to me. Logan should take your class.” Max widened his eyes as if innocent of meddling, which Logan knew was not the case. “He’s a terrible cook. And he’s single, you know, so he has tons of time on his hands.”
“Would you be interested?” Mia asked, her gaze back on Logan. “I’d love to have you.”
“Uh … well. Thanks. I mean … uh …maybe. Let me know. When and stuff.”
Max elbowed him under the table. “Kris just said it was starting on Tuesday.”
“Do you cook much?” Mia asked Logan.
“God, no. I’m a wreck in the kitchen. If it weren’t for family dinner every week, I might starve.”
“All the more reason to take my class,” Mia said. “It’s going to be all the basics. Everyone should be able to master the dishes, no matter your experience level.”
“You haven’t seen this one in the kitchen,” Max said, chuckling. “He set Mom’s kitchen on fire last Christmas.”
“That’s an exaggeration.” Logan shot his brother a dirty look. “It was only a dish towel. And I can’t be blamed. Our mother’s kitchen is a zoo during our annual cookie decorating party. Kids and dogs and sticky stuff everywhere.”
Sounds lovely to me,” Mia said.
“You should come this year,” Luke said.
If Logan had had a weapon in his possession, he might have used it just then.
