The Rancher’s Royal Bride (BBW Romance - Billionaire Brothers 4) by Jenn Roseton Page A
Authors: Jenn Roseton
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blush dusting her cheeks, aware that she’d failed. “Thank you,” she murmured.
They stood gazing at each other for several seconds, until he cleared his throat. “I guess we better get going.”
“I guess so.” She offered him a shy smile.
Ellie drove them to the restaurant. It seemed a little strange, her chauffeuring Logan, but it made sense. He didn’t have a rental car, and it was silly to take a cab when her car was handy.
During the short drive, she couldn’t help worrying that Logan could afford the French inspired restaurant. She’d always wanted to visit The Blanc Goose, but the high prices had put her off. Besides, it was a romantic restaurant, and until now, she didn’t have anybody she could consider as a date.
The maitre’d ushered them inside the softly lit dining area, the tables adorned with soft pink table clothes, the walls a refreshing cream. Logan pulled out her chair and she sank into it, smiling up at him. She didn’t think her couple of boyfriends in the dim, distant past had ever done that for her.
As she perused the fancy menu, she couldn’t help peeking at Logan over the top of it. He looked deep in thought, as if he had nothing else in mind apart from which dishes to select. Looking down at her menu, she realized hers didn’t have prices on it.
Should she say something? Flying to see her two weekends in a row, staying in the posh hotel last weekend, brunch, the fancy coffee machine he’d given her and now this restaurant. He’d insisted on paying for the horse-back riding and lunch afterwards both times. She hoped he didn’t think she was only interested in men with money - nothing could be further from the truth. Ellie had enjoyed staying with Logan at the ranch and the rustic shabbiness of the farmhouse. Was he taking her to this restaurant because he thought she was used to this kind of thing, especially now that her aristocratic mother had come into her life?
“Logan,” she whispered, unable to keep her concern to herself any longer.
“What is it?” He put down his menu and looked at her enquiringly.
She hesitated. “It’s very fancy here.”
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” He smiled, his gaze sweeping the dining room.
He looked so pleased with himself, Ellie thought. How could she broach the subject delicately? “My menu doesn’t have prices on it.”
Logan grinned. “Mine does, so don’t worry.”
She tried a different tack. “Is the ranch doing well?’
Concern crossed his face and he took her hand in his. “What’s wrong?”
She must have let her apprehension show on her face. Although her pulse thrummed at his touch, she couldn’t help blurting out, “Are you sure you can afford this?”
He didn’t answer right away. Her face flamed, but she noticed he still kept hold of her hand.
“It must be expensive to fly from Wyoming to Virginia.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. “And you bought me that coffee machine. And paid for everything last weekend.”
Logan squeezed her hand, studying her thoughtfully. “Is that what’s worrying you?
She nodded, feeling embarrassed but wanting to make sure he knew she wasn’t interested in his money, however little he had.
His rich, warm chuckle made her instantly feel better. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Flying to see you isn’t putting me in the poor house.”
She hugged the endearment to herself. Sweetheart. It was the first time he’d called her that.
“Okay,” she murmured, glad she’d voiced her fears. At least now she could enjoy his company without worrying that he was going into debt just to visit her.
They enjoyed their gourmet meal. Ellie ordered duck a l’orange while Logan relished a fillet of beef in red wine sauce. For dessert, they both ordered the triple layered chocolate mousse, and finished with coffee and petit fours.
Despite the delicious meal, Ellie’s stomach churned as she drove them back to her apartment. Would tonight be the night?
They stood gazing at each other for several seconds, until he cleared his throat. “I guess we better get going.”
“I guess so.” She offered him a shy smile.
Ellie drove them to the restaurant. It seemed a little strange, her chauffeuring Logan, but it made sense. He didn’t have a rental car, and it was silly to take a cab when her car was handy.
During the short drive, she couldn’t help worrying that Logan could afford the French inspired restaurant. She’d always wanted to visit The Blanc Goose, but the high prices had put her off. Besides, it was a romantic restaurant, and until now, she didn’t have anybody she could consider as a date.
The maitre’d ushered them inside the softly lit dining area, the tables adorned with soft pink table clothes, the walls a refreshing cream. Logan pulled out her chair and she sank into it, smiling up at him. She didn’t think her couple of boyfriends in the dim, distant past had ever done that for her.
As she perused the fancy menu, she couldn’t help peeking at Logan over the top of it. He looked deep in thought, as if he had nothing else in mind apart from which dishes to select. Looking down at her menu, she realized hers didn’t have prices on it.
Should she say something? Flying to see her two weekends in a row, staying in the posh hotel last weekend, brunch, the fancy coffee machine he’d given her and now this restaurant. He’d insisted on paying for the horse-back riding and lunch afterwards both times. She hoped he didn’t think she was only interested in men with money - nothing could be further from the truth. Ellie had enjoyed staying with Logan at the ranch and the rustic shabbiness of the farmhouse. Was he taking her to this restaurant because he thought she was used to this kind of thing, especially now that her aristocratic mother had come into her life?
“Logan,” she whispered, unable to keep her concern to herself any longer.
“What is it?” He put down his menu and looked at her enquiringly.
She hesitated. “It’s very fancy here.”
“Yeah, it is, isn’t it?” He smiled, his gaze sweeping the dining room.
He looked so pleased with himself, Ellie thought. How could she broach the subject delicately? “My menu doesn’t have prices on it.”
Logan grinned. “Mine does, so don’t worry.”
She tried a different tack. “Is the ranch doing well?’
Concern crossed his face and he took her hand in his. “What’s wrong?”
She must have let her apprehension show on her face. Although her pulse thrummed at his touch, she couldn’t help blurting out, “Are you sure you can afford this?”
He didn’t answer right away. Her face flamed, but she noticed he still kept hold of her hand.
“It must be expensive to fly from Wyoming to Virginia.” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them. “And you bought me that coffee machine. And paid for everything last weekend.”
Logan squeezed her hand, studying her thoughtfully. “Is that what’s worrying you?
She nodded, feeling embarrassed but wanting to make sure he knew she wasn’t interested in his money, however little he had.
His rich, warm chuckle made her instantly feel better. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Flying to see you isn’t putting me in the poor house.”
She hugged the endearment to herself. Sweetheart. It was the first time he’d called her that.
“Okay,” she murmured, glad she’d voiced her fears. At least now she could enjoy his company without worrying that he was going into debt just to visit her.
They enjoyed their gourmet meal. Ellie ordered duck a l’orange while Logan relished a fillet of beef in red wine sauce. For dessert, they both ordered the triple layered chocolate mousse, and finished with coffee and petit fours.
Despite the delicious meal, Ellie’s stomach churned as she drove them back to her apartment. Would tonight be the night?
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