friendly environment and rustic charm of the island.
There was silence on the line for a moment, then Tex McCoy spoke up. “You boys have got yourselves a pretty decent situation down there.”
Logan had known Tex forever and could hear him puffing on his Cuban cigar as he participated in his favorite sport: wheeling and dealing. Logan could almost smell the thick, expensive cigar smoke. The billionaire Texan was one member of the consortium of wealthy investors who had invested in the brothers’ past projects.
“You know you can count on me and my boys,” Malcolm Barnett said amiably. “The wives are all itching to get back to Alleria since visiting this past year.”
“That’s always nice to hear, Malcolm,” Logan said to the man who was regularly featured on the pages of
“Count me in, too,” Tex said. “I’ll have my people look over the contracts and get back to you.”
Aidan said, “You know we appreciate it, Tex.”
“Thank you, Tex,” Logan chimed in. “You won’t be sorry.”
“You can both thank me by shaving a few points off my next golf game with y’all.”
“Not sure we can do that, sir,” Logan said with tongue in cheek.
“Sorry, Tex.” Aidan chuckled. “We know you’d never want us to cheat.”
The older man grumbled. “Damn your straitlaced father for raising such a pair of sticklers.”
Everyone laughed, then several other investors jumped in to voice their desire to get in on the action. The conference call ended fifteen minutes later and Logan quickly called his brother on his cell phone.
“I think that went well,” he said, grinning as he stated the obvious. Eleanor was probably in the New York office kitchen, popping open the champagne as they spoke.
Aidan ignored the statement. “What’s going on with you?”
“What’re you talking about?” Logan asked, stretching back in his chair. From here, he could see a catamaran drifting across the bay and wondered how soon he could get out of this suit and tie and into a pair of running shorts. “Everything’s fantastic.”
“I hear it in your voice, man. Something’s bugging you.”
“You’re delusional,” Logan drawled. “Everything’s fine. Perfect. We’re about to close on a billion-dollar deal. Life is good.”
Aidan paused, then said, “I’ll drag it out of you eventually so you might as well save us both the trouble and tell me now.”
Logan stared at the phone, wishing for once that he and his twin brother didn’t have quite so tight a bond. It had been that way all their lives. They often finished each other’s sentences and there were times when they could practically read each other’s minds. They usually used it to their advantage, but right now, Logan didn’t need anyone homing in on what he was thinking. Namely because he wasn’t so sure of what was going on himself.
“Nothing’s wrong, dude,” he said, trying to convey a relaxed attitude he no longer felt.
Aidan snorted. “Fine, keep it to yourself, but I’ll be back next Thursday and I expect to hear the whole story.”
“Great,” Logan said with a scowl. “I’ll be sure to dream up something interesting to make you think you’re right.”
He disconnected the call and felt a twinge of irritation. He hadn’t fooled Aidan one bit. But what was he supposed to tell him? How could he explain that a hot, sexy, spore-hunting research scientist had invaded their island and sucked up every last ounce of Logan’s common sense?
He couldn’t explain it. But once Aidan got here and saw Grace for himself, he would reach his own conclusions. Whatever his brother concluded, Logan intended to make it clear that Logan had seen her first and Grace Farrell was
Logan jerked forward and sat straight up.
“What the hell?” He shook his head in disgust. Where had that thought come from? He was rarely possessive when it came to women. In fact, he couldn’t remember a time when he and his brother had been jealous of each other. It helped that they’d rarely ever gone after the same woman, but the few times they had, one of them had always acquiesced to the other. It just wasn’t that important and, after all, there were plenty of women to go around.
But with Grace, Logan was willing to draw a line. It was mostly about business; after all, he and Grace had a deal. It was his responsibility to handle her situation. Aidan had nothing to do with it.
Okay, fine, he might be willing to admit that something about Grace tugged at him. The passionate way she’d defended her actions that first day still intrigued him. Logan sort of admired her quirky but logical way of thinking, even when it drove him nuts. And, he admitted, there was the basic fact that the woman was gorgeous.
“And scheming, and a liar,” he added aloud, then shook his head in defeat. The schemes and lies didn’t seem to matter. He still wanted to bury himself inside her.
Ever since that damn kiss he’d been unable to get her out of his mind. Several times he’d caught himself daydreaming, for God’s sake, wondering what she was doing. Was she conducting a class in the joys of the G-spot to a new group of unsuspecting honeymooners? Was she hunting down spores in the rain forest? Was she balancing twenty-seven strawberry margaritas on her slim shoulders?
He thought about the other night in the bar, when Clive had trained her how to balance those heavy trays and she’d picked right up on his advice. Logan frowned with the sudden thought that Clive might be watching her a little too closely. He hoped not. He would hate to have to fire his top waiter.
He clawed his hands through his hair in frustration. Hell yeah, he was distracted, as Aidan had been quick to notice. But he was also discreet. Aidan would be the only person in the world who would have ever heard it in his voice. No one else would have a clue, and that’s the way he wanted it. He didn’t want or need anyone on his staff knowing his personal business. And, frankly, right now that included Aidan. Yeah, they were twins; but that didn’t mean he was willing to kiss and tell, especially over the phone.
The main thing was, he didn’t want Grace’s reputation damaged. Not that he particularly
In the meantime, Aidan would be home in three days and Logan was determined to have Grace Farrell for himself before that. It would help if he could just figure out a way to keep her from running in the opposite direction the next time he kissed her.
“Tequila, triple sec, sweet and sour, squeeze of lime,” Dee said, and handed Grace a shot glass.
“Oh, I know this one,” Grace said, taking a tiny sip. “Margarita, right? Mmm, that’s good.”
“That was too easy,” Dee said, her tanned arm flexing as she lifted another bottle and poured. “I still can’t believe you memorized the entire bartenders’ guide but never tasted the drinks before.”
Grace downed the rest of the margarita. “I suppose I’ve always been more of a reader than a doer.”
“Guess those days are over,” Dee murmured, grinning.
They faced each other at the small table in Dee’s hotel room. Between them was a cocktail tray filled with different bottles that Joey had smuggled out of the bar for their enjoyment. But this was business as far as Grace was concerned. On the tray were chunks of fruit and several shot glasses, as well.
She had already taken sips of a martini, a gimlet, a Brandy Alexander, Sex on the Beach and a whiskey sour. She’d written the names down, followed by her own descriptions and reactions to the flavors of each drink, but her notes were looking a little fuzzy. Still, she was determined to learn as much as she could from Dee.
Mixing a new concoction in a clean shot glass, Dee slid it across the table. “This one’s vermouth, bourbon and bitters.”
Grace frowned as she tasted. “It’s too strong.”
“It’s usually shaken with lots of ice and a cherry on top. Makes it really tasty.”
“I hope so.” She made a face. “Is that a Manhattan?”
“Yes,” Dee said, sitting back in her chair and fluffing her long, dark hair. “You won’t get a lot of orders for that down here since it’s more of a big-city winter drink. But it’s a classic.”
“Then I should know how it tastes,” Grace said firmly, and forced herself to take another sip. After almost a
