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the country, running Billingsly Vineyards and helping the ice princess to plan their New Year’s Eve wedding. As if Payton would ever lower herself to marry someone who hadn’t come out of a penthouse on Park Avenue.
    “It’s nice to meet you, Skye. I’m Logan Blaise.”
    Oh God, no! It
was
him. She did her best to smile through the shock, but the way his smile flattened told her she failed.
    “About the job—”
    She did a mental eye roll. Her patience slipped another notch, so she decided to just go with it. “Yes, about the job. How much are you paying me?”
    His mouth dropped open.
    “And is there a reason you’re still holding my hand?”
    “What?” Logan looked down, seemingly stunned to see their joined hands, and broke the connection.
    Thank God—she checked to see if he was using one of those shocking hand buzzers. No such luck. What the hell?
    “I’m sorry. Um…I don’t know how much the job pays. I’m going to have to figure it out. But I haven’t offered it to you yet.”
    Good thing he’d said “yet.” If he hadn’t, she’d have walked, which was still a distinct possibility. “From where I’m standing, I don’t see that you have much of a choice. What are you going to do, call Rent-a-Chef?”
    His brows drew together—she’d shocked him. Good.
    “Do they have rent-a-chefs?”
    “If they did, I’d be the last person to tell you.”
    “I have to discuss this with my dad. He owns the place.”
    “Then why isn’t he interviewing me?” She’d much rather deal with the man in charge than Payton’s plaything.
    “He had a heart attack and bypass surgery a few months ago, so my brothers and I are taking turns coming home to help out. The manager just ran off and married one of them, which is why I’m here. She’ll be back in a month and then I’ll return to my life.”
    “Good to know.” She let out a relieved breath. She could work with anyone for a month. After all, she’d put up with her brothers for years. “I can wait if you want to discuss this with your father. Are you hungry? Do you want me to throw together lunch while you ferret out the paperwork and talk to him?”
    “Um…”
    “Think of it as a working interview. You wouldn’t hire a band without hearing them play, would you?”
    “No.”
    “I’ll even clean up after myself. What are you and your friends in the mood for? Or would you rather me go off the menu?”
    “You want to cook?”
    She shrugged. “It’s what I do. Besides, I haven’t cooked in two days and not cooking makes me antsy.”
    “Okay. It’ll get me out of having to cook lunch. If you could make something heart healthy that doesn’t taste it, it would be great. Pop’s on a pretty strict diet, and he’s not happy about it. Oh, and try to make it something a kid wouldn’t mind eating.”
    “You have a child?”
    Was it her imagination or did he just blanch? “Nicki is my dad’s foster child. She’s ten.” He headed out the swinging doors toward the bar, so she followed. “Hey, Rocki, Francis, this is Skye Sinclair. She’s going to cook for us as part of her job interview. Are you staying for lunch?”
    Skye looked toward the ceiling and cursed silently. God was having a good ol’ time at her expense. This had to be some kind of cosmic joke. Leave it to her to get a job working for the future Mr. Payton Billingsly. Then she remembered, she
had
seen his picture on the plane—
Food & Wine
did a spread on their upcoming nuptials.
    She’d never met Logan Blaise, probably because she avoided people like Payton and this guy was engaged to her.
    She smiled through Logan’s introductions to Rocki, the lead singer of the house band, and Francis, who looked more like a bouncer than a bartender. All thewhile her mind spun. If she’d traded her brothers only to work for a carbon copy, she’d have to quit her second job in two days. No matter how badly she needed the money.
    He even sounded like her brothers—not a hint of the