“Will you sit down and finish eating while I give you a verbal resume?”
Why not? She was still hungry, the pizza still hot. “Okay.” Not looking at him, she took her seat and again bit into her pizza.
“Long or short version?”
Everything, in minute detail. She shook her head. “I don’t mean to pry exactly—”
“Long it is.” He smiled, waited until she got a mouthful, then said, “Never been married, but was engaged once. Have a degree in business, but haven’t used it because I enjoy the freedom of construction more. I’ve been all over the country, but prefer the Midwest. I’m thirty-two, love watching all sports and enjoy playing softball or football. I detest shopping of any kind, even for groceries, but I’m a fair cook when forced to it. I really like animals, but don’t have any because, well, living in a place like this, it wouldn’t be fair to the animal, right? Dogs especially deserve a big backyard. In fact, now that I’m thinking about it, I don’t really trust anyone who doesn’t like animals, so do you?”
It took Pepper a moment to realize he’d slipped a question in there. She swallowed down her bite and nodded. “Yes, but for the same reasons you just gave—” and many more “—I don’t have any pets, either.” Someday, in her fantasy future, she’d love to have pets, lots of them. Kids, too…no, she wouldn’t, couldn’t think that way.
It’d only depress her.
“So we have that in common,” Logan said. “My folks have an ancient German shepherd that loves to swim. I think it’s easier for him than running, less stress on his hips.”
Slipping in her own question, she asked, “Why didn’t you marry?”
“Haven’t met the right woman, I guess. I want to someday.” He gestured. “You know, home, hearth, holidays with two kids, a cat and a dog. All that.”
“You were engaged?” she prompted.
“Yeah, for over a year.” He ran a hand through his hair. “It was all good until she decided I had to take a job with her daddy, and her daddy was a grade-A prick, so…” He shrugged. “Couldn’t work it out.”
That sounded like the absolute truth, but could that really be the whole story? “You don’t sound particularly heartbroken over it.”
His expression warmed. Belatedly, she decided that prim and proper Sue Meeks should have reacted some to his language. But, oh, well. Too late now.
“Funny thing, that. I never was.” Done eating, he slouched back in his chair and cradled his beer on his midsection. “I mean, I was pissed. Maybe even a little…” He searched for a word and settled on, “Disappointed. But I guess I never really loved her, not the way you should love someone if you’re going to spend a lifetime together.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Few years.” He gave her a searching look. “What about you? Ever been serious about anyone?”
“No.”
Because she’d answered so quickly, he laughed. “Okay.” He nodded at her empty plate. “All done?”
Thrown by the change in topic, she looked at her plate and was surprised that she’d eaten so much. “Yes, thank you.”
“So.” He stood and carried the dishes to the sink. “What now?”
Bemused, she watched as he rinsed each plate, loaded them in the dishwasher and did a general cleaning of their dinner mess.
By the time he finished, no sign of dinner remained. “You’re a lot tidier than I am.”
“No offense, but I’m thinking a lot of people are probably tidier than you.”
“It’s true.” She didn’t really get into the whole domestic routine. She let out a sigh. “My place isn’t really dirty or anything, but it is cluttered.” She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t like to fuss.”
“Good. Fussy women are annoying.”
Distant thunder rumbled, and they both looked toward the balcony. The bright evening sunshine had faded beneath thick gray clouds that darkened the sky. A troubled breeze carried in cooler air.
“Don’t get me wrong,” Logan said, “but this is the weirdest date I’ve ever had.”
That brought her back around to face him. “It wasn’t a date!”
“Sure it was.” Mood teasing, he came closer. “A little necking, dinner and conversation, getting to know each other.”
Oh, God. Maybe it was a date.
“Usually doesn’t happen in that order, and I can’t recall ever talking marriage on a first date.”
“You brought it up!”
“To appease your curiosity.” A light patter of rain danced over the patio doors. “But it wasn’t bad for our first. Was it?”
Not bad at all. In fact, it was the first time in ages that she’d forgotten, for just a little while, how much her life had changed. “No, I suppose it—”
Bright lightning splintered the sky, chased by a deafening crack of thunder that reverberated in the floor beneath their feet.
She said, “Wow.” And the electricity died.
It needed only this.
The combination of no lights and black sky left the apartment cast in deep mysterious shadows.
Logan walked to the patio doors just as the storm hit in earnest, pounding the earth with a deluge of rain. It blew in against his bare chest, dampening his skin, his hair and the front of those well-worn jeans.