“Most of it. I thought I’d finish the rest on Sunday. There’s not much to do. Ask Grace.”
I glanced over my shoulder to find him looking at me questioningly. “She speaks the truth.”
His lips curled up at the corners and his eyes slid to his daughter. “Then we can watch a movie.”
“You too, Grace. Dad bought a new armchair and it’s awesome, but I’ll let you have it.”
I chuckled at her generosity.
“No chick flicks, please,” Logan added. “Don’t need the two of you ganging up on me.”
“We’ll vote,” Maia said. “And I promise not to vote for a chick flick. They’re crap anyway. It’s always about two idiots who apparently don’t understand the art of communication.”
“There is nothing wrong with a good chick flick,” I argued, but I did it laughing at her assessment of the chick flick. “But unfortunately, I can’t vote because I can’t come over tonight.”
“Why?” Maia looked disappointed.
“I have plans.”
“Oh. Well, change them.”
I laughed, but Logan said her name with warning and shook his head at her. “Perhaps Grace is spending time with her other friends, Maia. Remember she has those.”
Maia snorted. “Oh yeah. I forgot she had a life before we took it over.”
The two of them smiled mischievously at each other.
“You two are so funny,” I said dryly. “And wrong.”
“About?”
“My plans. I’m not seeing my friends.” I felt a fluttering in my belly and I knew it was part nerves for the date tonight and part excitement that tonight might mean the end of my infatuation with Logan. “I have a date.”
My announcement was met with utter silence.
Maia was looking at me horrified, and Logan’s face had gone blank.
“A date?” Maia spat out as if it were a dirty word.
I gave a huff of laughter. “Yes, a date. I do go on those sometimes. I have to hide my horns and cloven feet to do it, but somehow I manage.”
“With who?” Logan practically barked from across the counter, his expression no longer blank. He was glowering. Hard.
I blinked rapidly in surprise at the bark. What was this? Was Logan daring to play protective big brother?
Oh God, could my life get any more pathetic? I’d been relegated to “familial” in his book.
“A colleague of Chloe. She set us up. She said he’s wonderful.”
Apparently, he was a divorced father of two, and he was looking for something serious again after a year in the dating pool. As soon as Chloe heard that she said she knew she had to set us up. She said he was just what I needed.
I felt another burst of butterflies at the thought of meeting him.
“A blind date?” Logan was still scowling.
“Yes.”
“Because you’ve had such great luck with those in the past.”