‘Fantastic. I’m really pleased for you. I guess you’ll becelebrating tonight?’
‘Celebrating?’ I laugh at the notion. The last time I had a propernight out was the week before I caught Geraint cheating on me. Ever since then,I’ve been a bit of a hermit, staying at home and burying myself in my writing. ‘Well...it’ll probably be a night in with some Thai food, a glass of wine and my favouritemovie.’
That makes me sound so boring.
But Logan looks curious. ‘Favourite movie? What’s that,then?’
‘You won’t know it. It’s calledAn Affair to Remember.With Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr.’
‘Aye, you’re right. That particular gem has managed to passme by. What’s so good about it?’
I frown. ‘Hmm. Good question. Well, I love all the oldHollywood movies. They don’t make them like that anymore. Such a cliché butit’s true. I love Cary Grant. He’s so handsome and debonair. And Deborah Kerris just brilliant. The clothes she wears are so elegant and subtly sexy –straight off a catwalk show from the Fifties. The story’s prettyheart-breaking, though.’
‘Don’t tell me. Deborah dies in a freak wardrobe malfunctiontragedy?’
‘No, no.’ I start to laugh. ‘But you’re definitely putthrough the wringer emotionally.’
‘Tell me more.’
‘Really?’ I glance up at him cynically. ‘You really want toknow the plot of an unashamedly gooey and heart-warming chick flick?’
When he smiles, his eyes crinkle at the corners, which sendsfunny little shivers along my spine. ‘I really, really want to know,’ he says. ‘Seriously,Martha, I won’t sleep tonight if you don’t tell me.’
‘Oh, well, I don’t want to be responsible for you fallingvictim to a bout of insomnia. Okay, well, basically, two people meet on acruise and fall in love. But they’re both in relationships. So they part,agreeing to a romanticrendezvousin six months’ time at the top of theEmpire State Building.’
‘Classy.’
‘Exactly.’
‘So what happens?’
I shake my head. ‘Not going to tell you. It’ll spoil it foryou if you ever watch it.’
‘Fair enough.’ We’re grinning broadly at each other, and I forone can’t seem to stop. ‘I can’t believe I’m going to be interviewed by Kaz O’Connell.’I shake my head in wonder. ‘I listen to her on the radio all the time, and I’mactually going to be chatting to her the day after tomorrow. On her morning show!’
‘Aye, dreams do come true.’
‘Apparently.’ I know I should be going but for some reason,I’m reluctant to leave.
His mobile rings and he digs it out of his pocket, looks atthe name and ends the call. ‘I’ll call them back.’
I stifle a sigh. He’s a busy man. ‘Right. It was lovely tomeet you, Logan. But I’m off now. Got to go along and introduce myself to Kaz O’Connelltomorrow morning!’ Saying it, butterflies start to flutter inside at thethought.
‘Actually, I’m coming with you.’
‘To the radio station?’ I stare at him, my heart beatingfaster.
‘Aye, that’s the plan. I hope you don’t mind.’
I laugh. ‘I don’t mind at all.’ Relief is flooding throughme. If Logan is there with me when I meet Kaz for the first time, somehow Iknow everything will be fine.
He sticks up a thumb. ‘Great. I’m in charge of the marketingand publicity for the hotel. So my job is to raise the profile of events likethis writers’ award today. It was me who persuaded Kaz to interview today’swinner on her show.’
‘Oh.’ My head spins as I absorb all this. ‘So...you’re not the hotel manager here, then? I thought you were.’
‘Nope. I trained in marketing up in Edinburgh, then I moveddown to England and worked for an agency in London for a few years beforedeciding to take the plunge and go it alone with a mate of mine, Fraser. We setup our own company last year, and the Swan Hotel’s one of our first clients.’
‘Wow, that’s great. Is it going well?’
