“Well, I’ll let you two get to it,” Logan said with a slight smile, stepping aside so that Todd could enter.
Alexis felt panic claw at her throat. This was a mistake. The thought of Logan walking out of her life so that a stranger could walk into it . . .
Calm down—it’s just one date.
“Bye, Logan,” she blurted out, taking an unintentional step forward as he stepped onto the porch.
He turned back and she saw understanding in those brown eyes, as though he could see right through her.
“Alexis,” he said with a perfunctory nod. Then he stepped back toward her, bending his head and softly kissing her cheek.
From the outside, it would seem like a formal good-bye from a formal Brit, but he lingered just for a second.
“Don’t be nervous,” he whispered directly in her ear. “You look beautiful.”
Beautiful. Not nice. Beautiful.
Logan stepped back, nodded politely to Todd, and then walked away, leaving Alexis with the strangest urge to call him back, to ask him to stay.
“I’m really looking forward to our dinner,” Todd said politely.
“Me, too,” she said automatically, gathering her purse and her keys giving her brightest, glossiest fakest smile.
But her eyes were locked on Logan’s retreating back as she said it.