Page 123 of Timid (Lark Cove 2)

I put my hands in my jean pockets, then took them out. I tugged at the hem of my sweater, making sure it hadn’t ridden up. Then I looked around the room, trying not to stare at Logan as he did his minor inspection.

No matter how much time we spent together, Logan Kendrick always made me nervous. He had this raw power that rolled off his body. That, and he was the most handsome man I’d ever seen besides Jackson.

Logan’s dark hair was always styled and his face shaven. Even in his casual jeans and black winter coat, he was classy. The boots he wore were the same style as Jackson’s, but they weren’t worn or scuffed. Everything about Logan was polished.

And his air of confidence and command was completely intimidating.

“How are you today?” he asked.

“Good, thanks.” I gave him a shaky smile. “And you? H-how are you?”

“I’m good.”

“Oh, that’s great.” My voice was airy and quiet. “Would you like coffee? I made a pot. It’s in the kitchen.” Obviously, Willa. Geez. Get a grip.

“Sure.” His gentle eyes were doing their best to put me at ease. “Lead the way.”

I ducked my head and walked toward the kitchen. I took a few deep breaths, reminding myself that he was just Logan, my boyfriend’s best friend’s husband. It didn’t matter that he had more money than anyone I’d ever met or that he was my boss.

By the time we made it to the kitchen, I’d relaxed some. Nerves still fluttered in my stomach, but I was able to speak normally and with slightly more confidence.

“How do you like your coffee?” I asked.

“Black is fine.”

I nodded and took a cup out of the cupboard, then filled it from the industrial pot. It wasn’t as good as the coffee Hazel made. Somehow hers always tasted better than mine, even though the process was the same. But it was hot and good enough for the day.

“How is Thea feeling?” I handed him his cup.

He smiled. “She’s had a lot of morning sickness since Thanksgiving, but she handles it like a trooper.”

“I bet Charlie’s excited.”

“She wants a baby brother so badly.” He chuckled. “We’ve been trying to tell her that a sister would be okay too, but she’s got her hopes up.”

“And what about you? Do you have a preference?”

Logan shook his head. “Happy and healthy is all I want.”

The dreamy smile on his face made my heart melt. He loved his family so much it was hard not to swoon.

“Should we meet in your office?” he asked. “Or would you like to chat in the main room?”

“I’ve got some things in my office.” I led the way into the office and took a seat behind my desk as Logan took the guest chair opposite me.

My office wasn’t much. It was dark without a window and always cold. It was cramped, with just enough room for my desk and a couple of file cabinets. But I’d put up a ton of pictures of campers from over the years and it made the room cheery. How could you not smile when you were surrounded by happy kids?

“I’ve been hearing great things about the camp.” Logan paused to take a sip of his coffee. “And you. Everyone at the foundation has been very impressed. I’m told it’s been the most organized transition in Kendrick Foundation history, all because of you.”

“Really? Thank you.” I blushed, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “Everyone seems so nice at the foundation office. I’ve only gotten to talk to them on the phone, but you have a great team.”

“I’m lucky. And now you’re a part of that team so I’m even luckier.”

“Thank you. Again. So what did you want to talk about today?” I’d been shocked when he’d called me to arrange this morning’s meeting. I figured that CEOs of large charitable foundations didn’t meet with tiny camp directors like me.

“Well, I’d like to discuss the plans you proposed for the improvements this spring.”

“Oh.” My heart sank. “Did I ask for too much?”