He nods solemnly. ‘Oh, yes. Truly spectacular. I imaginethat on a clear day, you can see right across the vehicle demolition yard tothe back of the bingo hall.’
I chuckle. ‘Not quite the Empire State Building, then.’
‘Aye well, maybe not. Although if you’re after scrap metal,you’d be positively in your element.’
We head back to the car through the snow and I’m very gladof my cosily-lined boots, although their grip isn’t the best. Every time I slipa little, Logan steadies me.
‘I feel like your elderly aunt,’ I laugh, after I’ve wobbledand squeaked for the third time. ‘I’m a bit of a woose when it comes toslippery surfaces.’
‘You are, aren’t you? Never mind, I’ll do my level best tokeep you upright.’ He’s so busy shaking his head at me and grinning that healmost walks straight into a lamppost.
‘Ooh, watch out!’ I gasp.
As he lurches sideways to avoid the obstacle, his footslides from under him on a particularly icy patch and he falls with a nasty thumpon his bum.
‘Ouch. That hurt.’ He remains there for a second, staring upat me with such a comical expression of surprise, I start to laugh.
‘Need a hand to get up?’ I offer one of mine, but he grinssheepishly, places one hand on the snowy pavement, and springs to his feet inone easy movement, smacking the snow off the back of his jeans.
‘Never mind,’ I say, unable to stop laughing. ‘I’ll do mylevel best to keep you upright.’
*****
When we arrive at my house, Logan pulls in to the side ofthe road and switches off the engine. ‘Will you be okay getting to the studioyourself for the interview tomorrow?’
‘Oh. You won’t be there with me?’ My spirits take a dive.
He shakes his head regretfully. ‘I really wish I could comewith you but I’ve got a team meeting at the hotel with the builders first thingtomorrow and these things tend to go on for hours.’ He grins. ‘If it was up tome, we’d have the meeting standing up, tick items off a list and be back atwork within twenty minutes. Job done. But obviously we need coffee and biscuits,a comfy seat in a posh room and lots of idle chit-chat in order to waste a bitof time.’
‘Obviously.’ I force a laugh, feeling oddly panicky inside.
If he’s not coming with me tomorrow morning, will I ever seeLogan again?
CHAPTER SIX
There’s a brief silence and I pretend to look in mybag for my keys, even though I know they’re in my pocket.
‘By the way,’ he says. ‘That idea of yours for a suggestionsbox at the hotel was a good one. I’ll mention it to Bill, the manager.’
I laugh. ‘No, you won’t.’
‘I will.’ He looks perfectly serious. ‘And any other brightideas you might have will be gratefully received. Especially if they’re to dowith getting news of the rooftop café-bar out there.’
‘Right.’ I frown. ‘So... do I just pop in andask for you, every time I have one? A bright idea?’
‘Definitely.’ He’s studying me, those piercing blue eyes litwith amusement and something else I can’t quite pin down. ‘You have mypermission to pop in as often as you like.’
My eyes lock onto his and the world seems to stop for amoment. My heart is suddenly racing. Already, my mind is whirring as I try todream up reasons to ‘pop in’ to see him...
Logan shifts in his seat, breaking the spell. Staring ahead,he pushes a hand through his hair then he turns back to me. ‘Or...instead of you coming to the hotel, how about we do a Cary Grant and DeborahCarr instead.’
‘Kerr,’ I correct him.
‘Yes, but it’s pronounced “Carr”. Isn’t it?’
‘I believe you’re right.’ I smile, my heart leapinghopefully. ‘What do you mean, a Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr?’
He gives a sheepish shrug. ‘Well, we could...I don’t know... arrange to meet at the top of the BarnhamBooks clock tower?’
