One Night With Her Ex: The One That Got Away / The Man From her Wayward Past / The Ex Who Hired Her. Kate Hardy

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      ‘Thank you.’

      Evie heard the catch in her voice, but she kept on going because if she turned around and saw sympathy in Max’s eyes, her carefully constructed world without Logan in it would probably come tumbling down. ‘For that I’ll bring you two.’

      Logan called her that night, at her apartment rather than at work, and for that Evie was grateful. Eight-thirty p.m. her time and eleven-thirty a.m. in London. Middle of a businessman’s day and she wondered where he was calling from, whether he’d squeezed her in between meetings, and most of all she clutched the phone and closed her eyes and concentrated on the sound of his voice saying her name. Some time soon she was going to have to speak, but not yet. Not until he said her name again.

      Which he did.

      ‘Hey,’ she said. Best she could do—she was fresh out of amiable greetings.

      ‘Max tells me you bought a Ducati.’ Guess Logan was all out of pleasant small talk too.

      ‘So I heard,’ offered Evie.

      ‘Which one?’

      ‘The red one that goes really, really fast.’ And there ended Evie’s knowledge of motorbikes and her taste for silly lies. ‘I didn’t buy a Ducati, Logan. Your brother’s messing with you.’

      ‘He’s not the only one.’

      ‘Could be you bring it on yourself,’ she murmured. ‘Best guess.’

      ‘I should have called you a week ago,’ he said.

      ‘Only if you wanted me to feel valued.’ She let her comment hang for a moment, because she was nobody’s pushover and he needed to know that. ‘If, on the other hand, you were sorting out a few issues, like, say, the difference between wanting to stay in touch with someone and being so unhealthily obsessed with someone that you couldn’t live without them … If a little bit of thinking time bought you some clarity on that issue … I’d call that time well spent.’

      She could almost hear his brain churning.

      ‘Generous of you,’ he said finally, his voice sounding as if he’d just eaten a mile of gravel road.

      ‘For you I can be generous.’

      ‘So how’ve you been?’ More gravel. Filler conversation.

      ‘Okay.’ Wasn’t as if he was going to call her a liar. ‘Work’s been slow and I’m thinking of painting the ceiling of my apartment dark red.’

      ‘Evangeline, parts of your ceiling are three storeys high.’

      ‘I own half a construction company, Logan. There’s this equipment called scaffolding.’

      ‘I’m assuming you have people called employees as well?’

      ‘So speaks the multimillionaire.’ Evie rolled her eyes. ‘I like painting. It’s therapeutic. Besides, if you want something done right, do it yourself.’

      ‘Don’t say that,’ he said with what Evie could have sworn was an underlying note of panic.

      ‘Why not?’

      ‘Because I’ve just created two new senior operations manager positions and filled them and I’m now on the hunt for a senior finance manager.’

      ‘So … you’re expanding?’

      ‘Restructuring. I was causing bottlenecks. I needed to let go of some of the decision making. We’ll see how it goes.’

      ‘You don’t sound convinced.’

      ‘If you want something done right, do it yourself.’

      ‘So I hear,’ she said with a grin. ‘Just think of all the bold new projects you’ll be able to put your mark on before handing over the boring bits.’

      ‘There is that,’ he said. ‘I want another week with you.’

      ‘Before you hand over the boring bits?’

      ‘You’re not boring, Evangeline. You’re challenging and wise and I’m a little bit terrified of you, but I wouldn’t call you boring.’

      ‘Would you call me submissive?’

      A long pause from Logan; as if he knew he’d be judged on his answer. ‘Not in general,’ he said finally. ‘Although on occasion you’re willing to relinquish control to a more dominant sexual partner.’

      ‘Good answer,’ she said softly.

      ‘Come to London, Evie. Come visit me. Same deal as I had with you. A hotel room for when and if you need it and an invitation to join me at my house should you so choose.’

      ‘Logan—’

      ‘Don’t say no. It won’t cost you anything but your time. First-class travel, with a stopover at, say, a landmark hotel in Dubai?’

      ‘Are you serious?’

      ‘Do you feel valued yet?’

      ‘Remind me to tell you the difference between being valued and being bought.’

      ‘Does that mean you don’t want to experience the delights of a seven-star hotel?’

      ‘Wash your mouth out,’ she said. ‘It could mean I never actually reach London.’

      ‘Now who’s feeling undervalued?’

      ‘Hey, you started this,’ she reminded him. ‘Will you join me at the hotel in Dubai?’

      ‘You don’t like us together in hotel rooms, remember?’

      ‘I’d like us in this one.’

      ‘How does next week sound?’

      ‘I can’t do next week,’ she said with a grimace she was glad Logan couldn’t see. ‘We’ll know if we landed the civic centre job by Wednesday next week and I want to be here to either celebrate or commiserate.’

      ‘Hnh.’ Logan sounded ever so slightly annoyed.

      ‘Don’t people ever say no to you?’ she murmured.

      ‘People often say no to me,’ he countered. ‘My job is getting them to change their minds.’

      ‘I’m not going to change my mind.’

      ‘I know that, Evie. Hence the hnh. I’m just thinking ahead to what’s coming up on my schedule that I can move around, that’s all.’

      ‘Oh.’ It wouldn’t hurt for her to give some credit to the pressures of his job while she was busy getting him to consider the challenges of hers. ‘You’ll be working through the day while I’m there, though, right? Same deal as when you were here and

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