Page 52 of A Scottish Island Summer

I blinked at him. ‘But you don’t want it to do even better?’

‘Aye. But not at the expense of anything else. Of this.’ He gestured his hand towards the scenery. ‘I like to live in the here and now, Darcie.’ There was another of his charming grins. ‘Customer numbers will improve as the summer season approaches. They always do.’

I took in his chiselled profile. ‘But that can’t and won’t keep you going all year.’ I hoped I was choosing my words carefully. I wanted to sound helpful, rather than accusatory. ‘Don’t you think you ought to consider raising the profile of Rock God? It wouldn’t do any harm, would it?’

Logan’s brows fenced as he turned this question over. ‘Do you mean by getting involved in that social media malarkey?’

I nodded. ‘Yes. That’s one way and would be a good place to start.’

Logan shook his head as he guided us around the sweeping road. ‘I’d rather walk through Portree starkers.’

I batted away that rather appealing image.

‘Iona’s getting worked up over nothing. She wants to turn me into her little pet project. She knows I’m not keen on all that social media nonsense, but she’s still trying to force the issue.’

I watched the sun strobe through the driver side window and slide down his face. ‘I get the impression it’s a bit more than that, Logan.’

His full lips broke into a winning smile. ‘You two are ganging up on me. I should make you wild camp again as a punishment.’

‘We’re not ganging up on you, Logan. Iona’s only trying to help. She wants to see you succeed. She’s your sister. She cares about you.’

‘And how about you?’ He angled his head round to deliver one of his smouldering looks. ‘Are you trying to help?’

I straightened up in my seat. ‘Of course, I am.’

‘And do you care too?’

I fumbled around for something to say.

There was an electrified silence. Logan sighed. ‘I love Iona, but she can be a bit of a drama queen when she gets going.’ He lifted one hand from the steering wheel and gave his stubble a rub. ‘Things will pick up.’ His light eyes glided my way. ‘They always do.’

‘Most people do use social media in one way or another.’

‘Aye, well, I’m not most people.’

I took in the sexy angle of his peppered jaw. You could say that again.

‘But how are people going to know that Rock God exists, if you’re not prepared to put it out there?’

‘Word of mouth,’ said Logan. ‘Reputation. My stock of gemstones, crystals and fossils speak for themselves. They already do. It’s worked so far.’

‘And how long has Rock God been open?’

‘Three years.’

I was about to try and persuade him to reconsider his view on everything social media, but he diverted the subject, nodding at my phone in my lap. ‘I think this must be some sort of record. You haven’t looked at that thing for at least ten minutes.’

‘Very droll.’

‘It’s true. You’ve been too busy nagging me.’

I raised my eyes up to the soft leather roof interior of his truck. ‘I haven’t been nagging you. Believe me, you’d know if I had.’

I angled myself round more to look at him. ‘Look, I’m not suggesting for one second you start posting what you had for breakfast, but when it comes to promotion and publicity for your business…’

My voice tailed off.

Logan wasn’t listening to me. His attention wasn’t focused on the road ahead either. Instead, he’d slowed down and was squinting past me and out of my passenger side window. ‘Logan? Are you OK?’