Page 103 of Billionaire Bachelor
“I highly doubt that.”
He reaches into the overhead cabinet and removes a couple of plates. “Take a seat, Pip. I’ll bring the food over in a sec.”
I nab the bottle of wine and both glasses, making my way over to the couch.
A minute later, he returns with two heaping plates of veggies and legumes topped with buttery mashed potatoes and a side of peas. He sets one in front of me, presses a kiss to the top of my head, then settles in beside me.
I take my first bite, and honest-to-god, my eyes water. “Logan,” I whisper, chewing slowly. “This tastesexactlylike hers.”
I close my eyes, and for a second, I can hear my nana hummingover the stove and smell the juniper she always kept hanging over the door. It guts me, in the best way.
He nudges his knee against mine. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nod, all choked up. “Thank you.”
He smiles softly. “That look on your face is all the thanks I need.”
Is it possible to fall even more in love with this man? If so, I think I just did.
We eat dinner while watching Family Feud. The whole thing is so domestic and comfortable and everything I never knew I needed before now. After I take my last bite, I set my plate on the coffee table with a dramatic sigh.
“Oh, man, I think I may be carrying mashed potato twins.” I pat my lower belly for emphasis.
Logan gently pokes the same spot. “Does that mean you didn’t save room for dessert?”
I jolt upright. “I mean…I might have room for a bite or two. Depends what you got.”
His hazel eyes sparkle, knowing damn well I’m going to takea lot morethan a bite or two. Without answering, Logan stands and disappears into the kitchen. I hear the fridge open, some rustling, and then he returns with a small white and pink striped pastry box, tied with gold string.
My heart stutters. “Is that…”
He sets it in front of me with a grin. “One triple chocolate cheesecake from Sweet Temptations.”
I open the box slowly. The glossy chocolate ganache glistens under the soft light, and I swear to all that is holy, an angel just got its wings.
“Logan,” I breathe. “It’s the most beautiful cheesecake in all the land.” I wipe an imaginary tear from my eye.
Okay, maybe it’s not so imaginary.
This is the best damn cheesecake in the world, okay?
I accept the fork he offers and dig in, taking a slow, reverent bite. The cheesecake melts on my tongue like a chocolate-drencheddream.
“Holy shit,” I moan. “It’s even better than I remember.”
Logan leans back against the armrest, watching me with a soft smile. “Glad you like it.”
I waggle my eyebrows at him playfully. “I think you just sealed your fate, Edwards.”
His mouth kicks up in the corner. “How so?”
I finish chewing and lick chocolate off the corner of my lip before answering. “You’re never getting rid of me now.”
“I’m good with that.” His voice drops to a low murmur. “Because I was never planning on letting you go, Rosie.”
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