Tall, Dark & Gorgeous. Кэрол Мортимер

she put the hot saucepan on a rack to let the contents cool.

      Logan didn’t agree with her. But one look at her determinedly set features told him it would be useless to pursue the point; Darcy could be as stubborn as him if the occasion merited it.

      He drew in a deep breath. ‘Okay,’ he said tautly. ‘Let’s try this from another angle. What—?’ He broke off as a buzzer sounded behind him.

      ‘Excuse me for a moment, Logan.’ Darcy moved deftly around him to open an oven door and take out a dozen or so individual pastry cases. ‘Perfect,’ she said with satisfaction after checking the pastry.

      Logan frowned as he watched her. ‘Are all the desserts made on the premises too?’

      ‘Of course.’ Darcy gave him a scandalised look. ‘Any chef who has pride in his—or her—work wouldn’t dream of serving bought desserts.’

      Despite the fact that Darcy had chosen to move to a different career, it was rapidly becoming obvious to Logan that she was actually an excellent cook. Coupled with her immense loyalty and warmth of personality, that meant she was going to make some lucky man a wonderful wife one day—

      Where on earth had that come from? What did it matter to him what sort of wife Darcy was or was not going to be?

      ‘Could you just excuse me for a few minutes while I put on the electric beater to whisk up these egg-whites?’ Darcy didn’t even wait for his answer, pushing the switch, the noisy drone of the beater making it impossible to make further conversation.

      Not that Logan particularly minded—he was still stunned by the strange direction his thoughts had just taken!

      He had come here today simply to put his mind at rest concerning Darcy’s meeting yesterday with his mother. Well, he could see that Darcy looked, and sounded, just fine, so he had no further reason to stay.

      Except, she hadn’t really told him anything…

      ‘There.’ The silence in the kitchen was gratifying as Darcy switched off the beater. ‘Now, can I get you a cup of coffee?’ she invited lightly. ‘I can finish the lemon meringues in a few moments,’ she explained easily, smiling at him brightly. ‘Oops.’ She grimaced as she obviously saw the way his expression tightened. ‘I forgot I’m not supposed to smile at you!’

      Logan could have kicked himself for so plainly reacting to that smile that Darcy couldn’t help but notice it. It was time he got himself out of here. And stayed out!

      ‘I’ll pass on the coffee, if you don’t mind,’ he refused coldly. ‘I only wanted to confirm that there were no repercussions from your meeting yesterday.’ He moved away from the work unit. And Darcy. ‘Everything appears to be back to normal,’ he pronounced.

      In fact, everything was so normal—Daniel Simon back in his restaurant, father and daughter obviously reconciled—that Logan was decidedly in the way.

      How he felt it!

      Darcy looked at him with dismay now. Without Logan’s help in meeting his mother—albeit reluctantly!—the situation between her father and herself could still be termed as one of armed warfare. The least she owed Logan was a cup of coffee. At most, she probably owed him an explanation of exactly what had taken place yesterday after his departure from the hotel. In fact, it would probably be better—for everyone!—if she were the one to tell him that!

      ‘Please stay for coffee, Logan,’ she pressed. ‘It’s already made, I only have to pour it.’ She indicated the perculator of coffee being kept hot on one of the worktops.

      As she watched him, it was obvious Logan was having an inner battle with himself. No doubt a part of him was still angry with both Darcy and his mother. But the other part of him, the part that had compelled him to come here at all today, really wanted to know what was going on. As his mother had already stated, Logan was not a man who felt comfortable when he wasn’t one hundred per cent in charge of a situation, and this one was well out of his hands. More so than he could even imagine!

      ‘Okay. Coffee,’ he finally agreed tersely. ‘But I can’t stay long,’ he stated determinedly as she moved to pour the steaming brew into two mugs. ‘I have a luncheon appointment at one o’clock.’

      In other words, get on with it, Darcy, because I’ve already wasted enough of my precious time on this ridiculous situation!

      Which was probably fair enough, she conceded ruefully. But another part of her couldn’t help wondering who his luncheon appointment was with. It wasn’t one of the business lunches he occasionally held at his office; she would have seen the booking for that. Which suggested it wasn’t a business lunch at all…

      So could his one o’clock appointment be with a woman?

      After all, Logan might have kissed her—more than once—but those occasions had been spur-of-the-moment things and not the culmination of having spent an evening together. Which meant there might already be a woman in Logan’s life…

      Somehow Darcy found the thought of that an unpleasant one. As were her thoughts of Logan dining with another woman. Logan spending time with another woman. Logan kissing another woman. Logan in bed with another woman…!

      That last vision made her feel physically sick!

      Indeed, she was so shaken by it, she had to put the mugs of coffee back on the work surface, her hands shaking so much she was in danger of spilling the hot liquid all over the floor if she attempted to carry them over to the table where Logan sat waiting for her.

      When had it happened?

      Why had it happened?

      Because she had just made the earth-shattering discovery—for her!—that she was in love with Logan McKenzie. The very last man she should ever have fallen in love with…!

      What had she once so scathingly said to Logan concerning her father’s feelings for Margaret Fraser? How can anyone possibly fall in love in just three weeks; she seemed to have done the same thing herself where Logan was concerned, in only a few days!

      Oh, dear, he must never know of it, never even begin to guess how stupid she had be—

      ‘I thought you said this wasn’t going to take long?’ Logan snarled now at her delay in producing the offered coffee.

      Darcy drew in a deep controlling breath before picking up the coffee-mugs and walking over to the table. After all, she might have just made a discovery that was in danger of rocking her whole world, but Logan wasn’t aware of it. And he must never be!

      She simply couldn’t bear it if Logan were ever to realise how she felt about him. From what she already knew of Logan, and his feelings regarding love, he was likely to run a mile if he even half guessed that she was in love with him. In the circumstances, that just wasn’t possible…!

      ‘Biscuit?’ she offered, not quite able to look at him yet, suddenly shy in the realisation that if she never saw this man again she would be absolutely devastated.

      Although again, in the circumstances, that wasn’t very likely, either. But to watch him through the years, perhaps even witness him making one of those loveless marriages he had talked about, was surely going to be even more painful than never seeing him again?

      Darcy sat down abruptly at the table opposite him. How could she have been so stupid as to fall in love with Logan, of all people?

      ‘Apparently not,’ he dryly refused her offer of a biscuit, his gaze mocking now. ‘So, what did you think of my mother?’

      Attack always seemed to be Logan’s own form of defence; perhaps it would be as well if she were to adopt that attitude herself towards him in future.

      She straightened, looking unflinchingly into the mockery of those deep blue eyes. ‘I thought she was gracious, charming, obviously very beautiful—’

      ‘Let’s forget the general—totally unknowledgeable—consensus, shall we?’