Chapter 28

 Her glass stopped halfway to her mouth at that and chuckled "My mistake"

"You've got something on your..." His voice drawled as he reached over to brush off a crust from the corner of her lips, her eyes flashed.

"What?"

She scrambled for a compact in her purse and looked at her face. Great, her face took on a rosy texture at that and she dropped her purse.

"You look great"

She picked up her glass "Thank you" 

Logan's eyes lowered watching as her lips part to take a sip, man, he wanted to kiss her.

 Pierre returned with their order serving them with the dexterity of a waiter, he was wearing an apron on his midriff which meant he was also cooking, another staff served him vermouth and Pierre stayed back smiling.

"Bon appetit" 

"Je compte" Logan said drinking from his glass, Pierre glanced at Keira and tugged at his collar. He was wearing an apron on his midriff which meant he was also cooking.

"Pardon. Magnifique, j'aimerais vous faire visiter" He spoke to Keira and she sat up.

She should've paid attention in French class.

"Pas nécessaire, Avec Toi" Logan waved his hand and they spoke for a moment, Pierre nodded and left.

"I'll split the bread if you tell me what that means," She said rubbing her temple, he grinned.

"Pass the salt"

Why did she have the feeling that wasn't what all those words meant?.

She pushed the salt to his side and he tapped little onto his kale eating ravenously with a fork and knife.

  The red table cloth had a velvety texture and there were white pine trees around them decorated with delicate lights and she listened to the somber French melody.

  She picked up a spoon and scooped a moderate volume of Mac and cheese to eat, it was possibly the best she had ever tasted with good texture and a variety of flavors that were vivid.

Logan glanced at her then looked up again, she was staring at the band with a somber look on her face 

"You don't like it?"

"I do, it's very...grand"

"I thought you might say that."

He tossed his napkin on the table and gulped down the last of his glass.

"Would you like to dance?" He nodded at the open floor where a few people swayed.

"Out of practice" She murmured but drew back when he pulled her hands forcing her out of her seat.

"Never learned."

She looked around nervously and then he guided her hand on his shoulder and took her hand in his, he had sturdy shoulders.

They swayed to catch up with the tempo of the music, she breathed in his cologne, surmising it to be an exotic scent.

"That term 'you make it look easy' must be common for you," She said wryly watching her feet and swallowing when his hand pulled her chin up to watch him.

 He pulled a grin again, she was aware of his hand on her back and his finger drawing circles on it.

"I was wondering...do you dream of me?"