“Oh, I won’t.” I waved off his concerns. “Logan is not my type either.” I adamantly ignored memories of the dream I’d had about him, or the fact that every time he shot me that crooked smile I felt a flare of pleasure-pain in my chest. I didn’t know what it meant, but I knew I was damn well going to ignore it. “I’m just helping out a neighbor. And mostly I’m helping out Maia. I think you’ll understand once you meet her.”
I began to plate up our food, and Aidan was quiet until I sat down beside him. “What do you mean?”
I cocked my head to the side in thought. “She reminds me of me.”
My friend smiled. “Then I’m sure she’s worth all the effort you’re putting in.”
I returned his smile with a grateful one of my own and then caught him up with the situation to date.
It wasn’t much later that we heard my front door open, and my ears pricked up at the sound of Maia’s giggle. Relief whooshed through me. I had to admit I’d been anxious for her, and for Logan, wondering if they could get over their awkwardness around each other long enough to enjoy lunch together. From the sounds of that giggle, things might have gone all right for them.
“I’ll ask Grace,” I heard Logan say. “She’ll back me up.”
I smiled at Aidan’s raised eyebrows and called out, “Back you up about what?”
“About music from —” Logan suddenly cut off his reply as he and Maia entered the kitchen. His eyes narrowed on Aidan. When I looked at Maia, her expression was almost an exact mirror image of her father’s.
I swallowed my laughter. “This is my friend Aidan Ramage.”
“The rugby player.” Logan’s voice seemed to rumble with suspicion.
“Rugby player?” Maia said softly.
“Aidan plays for Scotland,” I explained to her. “He’s one of those friends I was telling you about. We’ve been friends since first year at university.”
Aidan was standing now, towering over me, eyeing Logan and his daughter.
“Aidan, this is Logan MacLeod and Maia.”
“MacLeod,” Logan added. “Maia told me her surname is MacLeod.”
“But that…” I frowned. “Does that mean you’re on the birth certificate?”
“I’ll find out tomorrow. I’m heading to the register office on Princes Street.”
“Nice to meet you both,” Aidan broke in. “I understand it’s an interesting situation here.”
Logan drew his eyes over him, carefully, deliberately, and really quite intimidatingly. “It’s a private family matter.”
Aidan shrugged at the warning, not at all intimidated, but also not offended. “Grace is involved, and Grace is my family,” he said pointedly.
I knew Logan understood, but he didn’t seem any happier about it. Maia was worrying her lower lip with her teeth, gazing up at Aidan as if he were about to take everything away. One of the reasons I loved Aidan was because he was a pretty perceptive guy. He smiled disarmingly at Maia, and she blushed to her roots. “I just wanted to check in and make sure Grace was okay.” His gaze drifted back to Logan.
Logan’s shoulders seemed to relax somewhat. “I understand. I meant no offense.”
Aidan grinned good-naturedly. “I wasn’t offended.”
“Did you guys have a nice lunch?” I said, deliberately changing the subject before I was stifled by the testosterone in the air. “Did you get your cheeseburger?”
Maia nodded. “And then we went to the National Museum on Chambers Street because I’ve never been before.”
I raised an eyebrow at Logan. “Good food and a trip to the museum. Who are you trying to impress?”
His lip quirked up at the left corner at my teasing. “Maybe I like culture and was just trying to impart some.”
“Yes, you’re full of surprises,” I said sardonically.
“You have no idea.” He flashed me a full-on wicked smile that hit me straight in the gut and I blinked, stupefied for a moment. “Maia, why don’t we head next door and let Grace visit with her friend.”
“Guys, please stay,” Aidan encouraged. “I’ll be leaving soon anyway.”
Maia was the first one to make a move toward the counter. I noted her eye the mini savory snacks we hadn’t gotten around to eating. “Help yourself, sweetheart.”
“Don’t mind if we do.” Logan brushed past me and began searching cupboards for plates. He pulled out a couple and pushed one toward Maia. They both began loading snacks onto them.
I chuckled. “Was that cheeseburger not very filling?”
Logan threw me a look out of the corner of his eyes that simply said, “I’m a man.”
Maia giggled and bit into a sausage roll. I caught her eye and she shrugged. “I’m just really hungry.”
“That’s because you’re my —” Logan cut off abruptly, suddenly looking very uncomfortable.
We were silent, all knowing he was about to say “daughter.”
“Hey, stop hogging the food,” Aidan said loudly, breaking the awkward silence. “I’ve just come from training, you know. I’m starving.”
Logan jumped on Aidan’s offer of a save and started asking questions about rugby. Aidan even managed to get Maia asking him questions.
When Aidan was leaving a little while later, I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight. He’d reminded me today why I adored him. “I love you to bits.” I squeezed him.