Page 47 of Chance of Romance
Why couldn’t she be flirty? It was like she had no game. Sadly, the champagne had worn off, and now she was facing another friendly meal with Logan, wishing she could somehow steer the conversation back to the two of them and—fuck it. She was going to have some wine. She just had to stop overthinking everything. She was here. He was here. Both of them single. If it didn’t happen tonight, it wasn’t ever going to happen.
“Sabrina, this all looks fantastic,” Logan said, staring at his plate.
“Thanks. You want some wine?”
“Sure, if you’re having some.”
“Oh, yeah.” She headed toward the kitchen, where she’d spotted a small wine refrigerator.
“Oh my God,” Logan said loudly from the dining area.
She froze. “What’s wrong?”
“This is amazing! I didn’t know you could cook like this! It’s better than a restaurant.”
She beamed. “Glad you like it.”
He took another forkful of chicken. “I love it.”
She smiled to herself and continued on to the wine refrigerator. At least she’d done that right. A few minutes later, she returned to the table with an opened bottle of some very expensive sauvignon blanc and two wineglasses. She poured some for both of them and took her seat.
“Claire has really good taste in wine,” she told him.
He kept eating, ignoring his wine. “Money’ll do that for you.”
She sipped the wine, savoring it for a moment, and then she chugged. So sue her. She had a lot riding on this. She cut into her chicken and took a bite.
Logan was really into his food and didn’t even look up when he said, “You leave on Sunday, right?”
“Yup. Sunday morning.”
“You can stay here if you want. There’s plenty of room. Four bedrooms upstairs.” He glanced up at her. “Unless you have other plans.”
My plan is to seduce you.“I’d planned a solo trip down to San Diego, but…I’m flexible.” She tossed back her wine while he devoured his meal. “So if I stayed here, what would we do?”
His head jerked up. “Whatever you want.”
She traced a circle on the table with her index finger, trying to figure out the best way to suggest they return to that whole you-and-me thing.
Logan took a sip of wine. “Thisisgood wine. If you’ve never been to San Francisco, I could show you around. I went to college out here.”
“Mmm, maybe,” she said noncommittally.
“Or we could just hang out. Watch a movie or something.”
She studied him. He gave her a quick smile and went back to eating. He wasn’t giving out a flirty vibe at all. It was like he’d shut the whole thing down and was firmly back in friend territory. She’d appreciate his respectful boundary if she wasn’t so mad at herself for blowing her chance.
“Aren’t you going to eat?” he asked. “It’s so good.”
“Sorry. I guess I’m more tired than I thought. I keep spacing out.” She went back to eating.
Logan refilled her wineglass for her and grinned. “I gotta admit I find a tipsy Sabrina very entertaining.”
“Why? Do I say stupid things?”
“No.”
“Well, do tell, what do you like about a tipsy Sabrina?” She leaned across the table, smiling at him. See, she could be flirty.
