All of Me (The Bridesmaids Club Book 1) (18 page)

Logan sighed. “Just open the door.”

That, Tess could understand. She stumbled out of her bedroom and unlocked the door. A cold blast of air followed Logan into her apartment. She rubbed her eyes and stared at his damp t-shirt and running shorts. “Do you ever sleep?”

“Forget my sleeping habits. Aren’t you opening the café today?”

Tess ignored his lazy appraisal of her soft cotton pajama bottoms and tank top. She headed to her kitchen and turned the coffee machine on. If she couldn’t go back to bed, she’d wake herself up with enough caffeine to kick-start her brain. “I’ve got plenty of time thanks to your chronic insomnia.” She yawned. It was the type of yawn that was telling her to go back to bed.

She focused on the amused grin on Logan’s face. “You didn’t leave here until after midnight. Why are you looking so normal?”

“Guess I’m used to less sleep than you are. You do know what the time is, don’t you?”

“It’s four thirty.” She pulled a couple of mugs out of the pantry and leaned against the kitchen counter.

Logan walked toward her holding out his wrist. “Wrong. It’s five forty-five. That’s quarter to six for those of us who’ve slept in.”

Tess grabbed his wrist and stared at his watch. She blinked once before panic set in.
“Oh, no.
I’m going to be late.”

She forgot about her lack of sleep. A surge of adrenaline replaced the caffeine she’d been looking forward to. Annie would be arriving in an hour. She didn’t have anything ready for her breakfast customers. The oven wasn’t even turned on.

“What can I do to help?” Logan stepped back as she raced past him.

“Call Annie. Ask her to come in early.” She made a detour to the coffee table, picked up the keys to her café and ran back to Logan. “I’m going to jump in the shower. Unlock the front door and turn the oven onto one hundred and eighty degrees. I’ll be there in five minutes.”

She ran back to her room, grabbed some clean clothes, her hairbrush and a couple of Tylenol.

While the shower was warming up, she brushed her teeth. The sink put her directly in front of the bathroom mirror. Her face was in after-party mode and it wasn’t a pretty sight.

***

Logan added another egg to the pancake mixture, stirred it, then poured more buttermilk into the bowl. The microwave pinged and he tipped the melted butter into the batter.

He found a bag of fresh blueberries sitting in the fridge, so he took those across to the griddle and started cooking breakfast.

Tess flew into the kitchen just as the first pancakes had finished cooking.

“You’re cooking?” Her mouth dropped open as he lifted the pancakes onto a plate and put them in the warmer tray of the oven.

“I might have made pancakes once or twice since you showed me how.” He’d made them more than once or twice. Pancakes had become his specialty. When Dylan started calling in for breakfast, Logan had experimented with different additions to the recipe. Some had worked, some hadn’t. But Dylan and Logan weren’t fussy. They’d eaten the lot then washed everything down with thick black coffee.

“You could have kept your PJs on.” Logan didn’t miss the blush that streaked along Tess’ face. She’d looked so cute in her cotton pajamas that he’d regretted having to tell her the time.

“I’d better start baking.” Tess walked across to the pantry and pulled out containers of sugar and flour. “Thanks for waking me up.”

He turned back to the stove and smiled. “If you hadn’t answered your phone I was going to break in.”

Tess opened the fridge and took out the butter. “I’m a deep sleeper.” She quickly mixed some flour, sugar, and baking powder together. “I didn’t think you’d go for a run this morning.”

Logan sprinkled some blueberries on the next batch of pancakes. “I woke up early. Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

Tess grinned. “I had a great time. Dylan seemed to enjoy himself.”

“I’ve never seen him smile so much.” Logan figured it must have been part of his new dating strategy. He flipped the pancakes and took two plates out of the pantry. “Do you realize how much Connie and Dave appreciated your surprise?”

Tess shrugged her shoulders. “It wasn’t a big deal. They hadn’t planned anything after the wedding, so I thought we could have dinner together. Can you open the oven door?”

He opened the door and moved out of her way. She slid a baking sheet of scones into the oven and walked across the room.

“I’ll make the mini fruit tarts now. Did Annie say what time she’d be here?”

“She should be here soon.”

Tess opened the fridge and looked along the shelves. She moved a few things around, then started pulling food out and leaving it on the counter. “I know it’s in here. Annie bought yogurt yesterday.”

Logan slid two pancakes onto a plate and tapped Tess on the shoulder. “You haven’t had breakfast. It’s time to stop.”

Tess smiled at him. She was standing so close that he could smell the peppermint tang of her toothpaste. “I’ve got too much baking to do.”

He reached for her hand and pulled her across to one of the kitchen stools. “You’ll get more done on a full stomach. Sit.”

Tess looked at the pancakes in his hand, then up into his eyes. “They
are
mighty fine pancakes.”

“The best in Montana.” He could drown in Tess’ blue eyes. He hadn’t stood this close to her since Molly had taken their photos in her apartment. And he still remembered the taste and feel of her when he’d kissed her in front of his sister. His heart rate had spun out of control then, and it was doing the same thing now.

Tess’ eyes drifted to his mouth and he moved closer. He imagined her body pressed against his, the way his mouth would slip along her skin as they slowly devoured each other.

She ran her hand across his chest and down his arm. With a cheeky grin, she took the plate of pancakes out of his hand. “You’ll make someone a wonderful husband.” She kissed his cheek and sat on the kitchen stool, filling her mouth with fresh blueberry pancake instead of him.

It was enough to make a grown man cry.

Tess pointed her fork at another stack of pancakes sitting on a plate. “Are you going to eat your breakfast or watch me?”

He’d vote for watching, but he had a feeling Tess would have something to say about that. He pulled another stool out and sat beside her. “How did you get everything ready in time for last night’s dinner?”

“We called in a favor a friend owed us. Christopher provided the roast meat and vegetables. The rest was all Annie’s doing. She’s amazing, isn’t she?”

Logan nodded. “What about the decorations?”

“We had a small wedding reception here a few months ago. The bride and groom left most of the decorations with us. Annie stored them in boxes.” Tess slid off her stool and walked across to the fridge. “Do you want a glass of juice?” she asked.

“Sure.”

She poured a glass of juice for each of them and left his beside his plate. “You make good pancakes.”

“I learned from the best.”

Tess ate quickly, glancing at the clock on the wall more than once.

The kitchen door opened and Annie stumbled into the room. “Someone left the front door unlocked.” She looked at Logan. “Did you go home last night?”

Tess choked on her last mouthful of pancake and went as red as a beet.

Logan, at least, had been in the process of lifting his glass of juice to his mouth. “I went home and now I’m here.”

Annie grinned. “That’s what they all say.”

He turned to Tess. She’d gone even redder and was staring daggers at Annie. “All? How many boyfriends do you have?”

“You’re not my boyfriend,” she muttered. “And you,” she pointed at Annie, “will not be my friend for much longer if you tell Logan all of my secrets.”

He imagined Tess with a string of men following her around. She was pretty. She was tall. She owned her own business. She was everything most men wanted.

Annie put Tess’ empty plate in the dishwasher and rubbed her hands together. “I’ll get started on the paninis and wraps.”

Tess washed her hands and put a cup of butter in the microwave. “I’ll make the shortbread crust for the tarts.”

Annie watched Logan carry the empty glasses to the dishwasher. “Tess hasn’t had a boyfriend since she arrived in Bozeman.”

A metal pan dropped to the floor. Logan turned around and watched Tess pick it up and put it in the sink.

“I’ll have one less friend before the day’s out, too.”

Annie breezed past the counter and took the cover off a stack of plastic trays. “It’s not for the lack of offers. She’s just incredibly picky.” She lifted the top tray off the stack and put it on the counter. “Mr. Kussack sent us extra pastries this morning.”

Tess didn’t seem concerned. “Thank goodness for that. Work out how many there are and we’ll add them to the invoice.”

“Who’s Mr. Kussack?” Logan asked.

“He owns,
The
Heavenly Bake House.
He makes the best croissants and specialty breads in Montana.” Annie put a tray of paninis on the stainless steel counter. “He delivers our order fresh each morning. We don’t have time to bake everything from scratch. Did you want to help with the fillings?”

Logan glanced at his watch. “I can help you for another thirty minutes.”

Annie pointed to the sink. “Wash your hands and we’ll get started. You can do the ham, bacon, cheese, tomato and onion filling.”

It sounded like a mouth-watering combination to Logan. And if Annie decided to share more of Tess’ secrets as they worked, he wasn’t going to complain.

The phone rang and Tess looked up from the buttery dough she was rolling out. “Could you get that, Annie?”

“Sure.” She reached for the phone and smiled into the handset. “Good morning. It’s Annie speaking from Angel Wings Café. How can I help you?”

Logan smiled as he took what he thought he’d need out of the fridge. Annie sounded as though it was ten o’clock in the morning instead of when most people were getting out of bed.

“Oh, Connie. I’m so sorry.”

Logan quickly glanced at Annie. She had tears in her eyes and looked so sad that it could only be one thing. Tess left her rolling pin on the counter and moved closer to Annie.

“Yes, I’ll tell her. Logan’s here, too. Thanks for letting us know. We’ll see you in a couple of days.” Annie put the phone down and took a deep breath. “Connie’s mom passed away at three o’clock this morning.”

Chapter Eight

The doorbell jingled as someone walked into Angel Wings Café. Logan looked up and watched a family of six rearrange tables and chairs so everyone could sit together.

“I get why you moved here. But what I don’t understand is why you’ve stayed so long?” Jilly glanced at him with the same wide-eyed look she used when she couldn’t figure him out.

Logan bit into his toasted sandwich. It was easier than having to answer her question right away. He’d dated Jilly for two months when she’d first started working at the Seattle Times. It hadn’t taken them long to realize they were better friends than anything else. So they’d broken up and lived their own lives.

Over the last four years, Jilly had worked her way through different departments at the paper. Last year she’d become the lifestyle reporter. No minor achievement when other reporters were nipping at her heels to get their foot in the door.

“I’ve only been here for a year,” he said.

“More than a year. You weren’t in Seattle for my last birthday either.”

Logan smiled. “I heard all about your thirtieth birthday. From the sound of it, you didn’t miss me.”

Jilly flicked her long brown hair over her shoulder. She didn’t look impressed. “It’s the principle that counts. You said you’d be there.”

Logan knew that no matter how annoyed Jilly might seem on the outside she didn’t stay angry for long. “I wasn’t fit for human company.”

Jilly lost the arrogant tilt to her head. “How are you feeling now?”

“Better. I’m not writing about earth-shattering events, but I like what I’m doing. Doris Stanley brought me one of her award winning pies last week. I’d written an article about the little league team her grandson plays in.”

Jilly’s internal radar pricked to attention. “Award winning?”

“Wildflower Festival blue ribbon award. Three times in a row.”

Jilly groaned. “I thought you were going to tell me the name of some big culinary award.”

Annie walked toward them. She gave him a questioning look as she took the dirty dishes off the table beside theirs. “Jilly, this is Annie. She works at Angel Wings Café in the morning, and for a lawyer’s office in the afternoon.”

Jilly smiled at Annie. “Hi. Lunch was delicious.”

Annie frowned. “I’m glad you liked it.”

“Annie is part of The Bridesmaids Club.”

Jilly’s smile grew wider. “I read Logan’s story about what you did. I think it’s amazing.”

Annie’s frown didn’t leave her face. “We did it to help someone. Can I have a quick word with you, Logan?”