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paper Colleen had brought out with their meals. “There’ll be others after me, you know, if you don’t take up my offer,” he said as he turned the front page.
    Rebecca ignored him and tried a mouthful of syrup-drenched pancakes. They were every bit as good as she’d been led to believe. But she wasn’t going to tell Logan that. He was far too sure of himself as it was. She ate almost the entire plateful before she gave up, defeated.
    â€œWhat do you think?”
    â€œThey were fine.”
    He smiled. Not his earlier, almost boyish smile. This one knowing, unsettling and far too smug. “They were better than fine, but that’s not what I was asking about.”
    â€œYou can’t mean your…suggestion?” What did she have to do or say to get through to him?
    â€œThat’s exactly what I mean.”
    â€œNothing you’ve said since last night has convinced me to change my mind.”
    He shook his head. “You haven’t thought it through.”
    â€œLogan, you don’t even like me.” And she didn’t care for him. He was too different, too unpredictable and unsettling.
    â€œThat’s why it’s the perfect solution.”
    She hadn’t expected him to disagree with her, but still it hurt—just a little.
    â€œYou don’t like me, I don’t like you. If you were to try my idea with one of the other candidates on your father’s list they’d undoubtedly take it wrong. They’d see it as an opportunity to get closer to you. Whereas our arrangement will be strictly regulated and strictly business.”
    He might have a point. But it wasn’t enough.
    â€œI have motives but they’re not ulterior. And I have no feelings that can be hurt. Call me—” he stood and placed a business card on the table between them “—when you change your mind.”
    Rebecca didn’t even have time for a royal putdown before he’d gone. Leaving a strange absence. But she didn’t let herself breathe a sigh of relief until five minutes later when a solitary figure walking away from the B & B came into view on the beach, the long easy stride instantly recognizable.
    Then, not touching his card, she left not only the table, but also the B & B.
    And on her way out ordered herself to leave all thoughts of Logan Buchanan behind.

Three
    â€œY es. I think it could be serious.” Rebecca crossed the fingers of her free hand. “Dad, I’m losing the signal. I’ll tell you more about it later.” As the water taxi motored toward the mainland, Rebecca turned off her phone and dropped her head into her hands.
    One day. For one day she’d thought she was back in control. Admittedly a day that she’d spent looking over her shoulder half expecting Logan Buchanan to stroll out from behind the nearest tree.
    Because Logan had been right, and he’d known it. Her father was hosting a ball in her honor. Under various pretexts, eligible bachelors from all over Europe had been invited. He’d denied that that was what he was doing but the denial didn’t hide the facts of the guest list. And every one of the men her father considered suitable husband material for her and suitable son-in-law material for himself was on that list.
    She’d received mail this morning. Colleen, far too efficient, had couriered Logan’s card to her with a note that she’d left it on the table. Rebecca had thrown it out then turned around and retrieved it from the trash after Eduardo had called her. The son of a prominent San Philippe senator, Eduardo wanted to escort her to the ballet when she returned home. She’d been out twice with Eduardo several years ago. It wasn’t an experience she cared to repeat. She’d formulated a diplomatic, but resolute, refusal. But mere minutes after she declined Eduardo’s offer her father had called with his “wonderful” news. He also told her to