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If so, why was she here? There was only one explanation.
Guilt.
She’d asked him once, and he’d denied it. There was a strong possibility Logan believed her being on the plane that day was his fault.
“Wow, he’s cooking,” a female’s voice sounded out in the hall, and then the most beautiful woman stepped into the room. “Unless you’re doing the cooking? Hi, I’m Amelia.”
Logan’s sister walked over to her and kissed both her cheeks.
“Nice to meet you,” Emma said, smiling. “And no, Logan is the chef tonight.”
Behind her, Aidan and Logan walked into the room.
“Christ. Please tell me you’re not cooking.” Aidan grinned and put a bottle of red wine on the marble bench.
Good Lord, he was handsome.
Clearly younger than Logan, with the same jawline, but where Logan’s eyes were dark blue, Aidan’s were green. And so stunning, she found it difficult to look away from. He was also an inch taller than his brother.
Amelia was like a female version of the Dufort men. Gorgeous flowing dark hair, startling blue eyes, and an almost perfectly shaped face and complexion.
She could be a model. Or perhaps she was.
“Sorry.” Emma shrugged. “But I made the salad, so you won’t starve.”
“I need more than rabbit food to maintain this powerhouse.” Aidan winked and rubbed his shirt. One she had no doubt was hiding a ripped abdomen underneath.
“Jesus,” Logan said, shoving him.
Amelia rolled her eyes and sat on a stool. “Ignore them. Tell me about your novels. I’m so excited to be meeting an author.”
Aidan opened the wine. “Here we go, a struggling artists’ reunion.”
Emma’s mouth dropped open.
Was that what Logan’s siblings thought about her? She’d had two best-sellers just this year.
“I’m not struggling,” Emma snapped.
“And my last sculpture sold for a quarter of a million dollars. He’s just jealous,” Amelia said, waving off her brother.
Emma glanced at Logan, then at Aidan.
“That doesn’t sound like struggling to me,” Emma said.
A quarter of a million dollars for one sculpture?
Holy heck.
“Aidan’s an engineer. He missed the creative gene and thinks it’s all bullshit.” Logan took a sip of his wine. “And the diplomatic one.”
Clearly.
“I’m creative,” Aidan said, mocking offence. “I’m an inventor.”
A rude inventor.
“What did you invent?” Emma asked, curious regardless of the asshole comment.
