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He glances at his watch. ‘I told him eight o’clock would beperfect.’
‘Eight? But it’s only six-thirty.’
‘I know.’ There’s a gleam in his eyes. ‘But I thought wecould watch a movie first.’
‘What? A movie?’
He points to the far end of the café and I suddenly noticethat a screen has been set up in front of a sofa for two. He takes my hand andwe walk over, and I gasp when I see a bottle on ice and two glasses, waiting ona nearby table.
‘Would madam like to take a seat?’ smiles Logan.
I laugh. ‘Okay.’
‘Champagne?’ He holds up the bottle. ‘Or would you ratherstick to a soft drink?’
I shake my head. ‘Nope. I’m allowing myself the occasionaldrink now, and so far, I’ve been fine.’
‘Great.’ He pours a glass and hands it to me, then he bendsover a laptop on a table behind us, and the screen in front of us flickers.
As he pours a glass for himself, some very familiar musicstarts up.
‘Really?’ I laugh in amazement as the film titles roll. ‘Youset all this up for me?’
Feeling suddenly high on life, I take a sip of thedeliciously chilled champagne and set down the glass, loving the sensation ofthe bubbles on my tongue. He sits down and we clink glasses.
‘An Affair to Remember.’ His blue eyes twinkle at me.‘I’ve never seen it. But I’m told it’s a brilliant film.’
‘Oh, it is.’ My heart is singing. Could tonightbeany more perfect?
Candlelight, champagne and my all-time favourite movie.
And the best part of all – Logan Mackay putting down hisglass and moving closer, and kissing me even more passionately than Cary Grantkisses Deborah Kerr...
The movie is forgotten for a while as we explore each otherhungrily, making up for so much lost time. And at one point, Logan murmurs intomy hair, ‘I hope I’m not being presumptuous, but I booked a room for us. Forafter dinner. Just in case.’
I laugh softly, my mouth against his neck. ‘Here, in thehotel?’
‘The Birtwhistle Suite.’
‘Really?’ I pull away so I can see his face. ‘You do realiseI’ve been fantasising for ages about spending the night in that room? I justdidn’t imagine I’d ever be sharing it withyou.’
He chuckles. ‘Maybe we could try out the writing desk?’
I start to laugh, remembering my embarrassing comments whenhe walked in on me lying in the roll-top bath. ‘I’m not sure the desk legs areup to it. They are a hundred years old, after all.’
He gazes down at me, his eyes glinting darkly in thecandlelight. ‘The desk. The bed. The floor. I don’t really mind. I’ll happily ravishyou anywhere you like, Martha Munro.’
The rush of powerful desire I feel as I raise my lips to hisis almost overwhelming.
We leave Deborah Kerr and Cary Grant bickering gentlytogether on the way to falling in love.
And this gorgeous man pulls me against him and kisses methoroughly, making my head spin with ecstasy – and finally, we can get on withthe business of writing a love story of our very own...
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
It’s been three magical weeks since Logan and I gottogether, and tonight we’re having dinner at the newly-opened Celestial Café.I’m so excited to go – especially as Logan and I now regard it as our ownspecial place, after the dinner we enjoyed there the night we got together.(The dishes we ate remain something of a mystery, although I do know it was allreally delicious. I was far too happy and loved-up that night to remember!)
What will also make tonight special is that I’ll be able tointroduce Logan to some of my friends. Madison, Ellie, Fen and Jaz are allgoing to be there with their husbands and partners, and even Primrose and Sammight be coming along, depending on how Prim is feeling.
