Page 44 of Chance of Romance
Chapter Eleven
“Let’s do it,” Sabrina said and immediately blushed.
Logan studied her. Wait, was she blushing because that sounded dirty? Was she into him?
She fluttered a hand in the air. “I mean, I’ve had a really shitty week. I actually considered flying home early, tail between my legs.”
He knew her week had been filled with malicious gossip. Obviously, it was his own dirty mind turning her words into something more.
He crossed to her and made a show of looking behind her. “Never noticed a tail on you.”
She laughed. “You’re taking this much better than I thought. I was so afraid you’d be devastated.”
He studied her for a moment, all concern for him. She really cared. “You’re a good friend.”
She looked away, blushing. “I try.”
He got the champagne from the refrigerator and opened it, the pop echoing satisfyingly in the large open space. The start of a celebration. Sabrina set two champagne flutes on the counter that she’d found in the cabinet. He filled them and lifted his glass in the air. “To Elias!”
She lifted her glass. “To Checkin and all of your and Ben’s hard work.”
They clinked glasses and drank. Damn, this was some good champagne. Leave it to Claire to spring for the good stuff.
He lifted his glass to hers again. “To good friends.”
She smiled, a warm tender smile that reached in and squeezed his heart. He was so lucky to have her on his side. “Togreatfriends.”
They drank to that.
Sabrina set her glass on the granite counter behind her and hopped up on the counter, taking a seat. “Tell me all about your meeting today. I want to hear every detail.”
He sat on the island counter across from her and told her everything, right down to sweating through his first dress shirt.
She slapped the counter. “I love it. I knew you’d kick ass.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. She rarely cursed. Must be the champagne. She’d finished her glass while he was talking. He refilled her glass, finished off his, and refilled his glass too.
He clinked glasses with her. “To kicking ass.”
“I’ll drink to that!” She drank, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and gave him a big beaming smile that grabbed him by the balls. Sabrina flushed pink, relaxed and happy was a sight. A vision of a sated Sabrina in bed, her long dark blond hair spread out on the pillow, relaxed and smiling at him, flashed through his mind. She shook her shoulders out. “Woo! I’m starting to feel the champagne.”
“Yeah? Good.” His voice came out husky. Geez, he wasn’t going to move in on his friend just because he was now a free man.
He was a free man.
Sabrina was single.
Nope. She wasn’t giving him a signal. She was just a little tipsy.
Some lines you couldn’t uncross.
He returned to his safe perch on the island across from her. “Your turn. Tell me all about your talk-show run. I already know the gossip shit, and that, by the way, is no concern of yours.”
She scowled. “I’m so pissed! Half my clients cancelled on me. Tara is running all these local ads, stealing them away. She wants to ruin me.”
“Holy shit. Half? But you got a lawyer on it, right? And I’m sure Claire’s all over it.”
She stared at the floor, her shoulders drooping. “Yeah, but it still sucks.”
