Free Heart of Steel by Jennifer Probst Page A

answer. There’s nothing I like more than spending time with my employees outside the office.”
     
         Richard rubbed his temple. “Uh, Logan—”
     
         “We haven’t ordered yet, so we’ll join you. I’ll have the waiter set two more place settings.”
     
         He stalked away and motioned for one of the waiters. Richard groaned. “I can’t believe this.”
     
         She smothered a giggle. “This is starting to remind me of an old Seinfeld episode.”
     
         The waiter discreetly adjusted their table setting, and suddenly the red-head stood before them. Her lower lip jutted out in a slight sulk. “Logan, we really shouldn’t intrude. They probably want to be alone.”
     
         Chandler decided the woman was not happy about the new seating arrangements. Logan waved one hand in the air. “Lisa, let me introduce Chandler and Richard. We work together. I probably just saved Richard from a lecture on nutrition. Chandler’s our yoga expert at the company, so she tries to convert everyone to good health. Richard’s normal obsession is for jumbo beef burgers.”
     
         Chandler choked on her water and tried to keep a straight face. She caught a flash of anger pass over Richard’s features before he carefully concealed his emotions with a bland smile. Uneasiness flickered deep inside when she realized how quickly he could change his expressions. But he had every right to be annoyed with Logan. She firmly pushed away the doubts as everyone got settled.
     
         Lisa ordered a salad and made a production out of moving around the lettuce leaves on her plate. Actually, Chandler was surprised at the adept way she kept dropping things off the table so Logan could get a healthy glimpse of cleavage. Not that it mattered. Chandler didn’t care about Logan’s long list of bimbos ranked by hair color. Not one bit. She was grateful her own escort wanted sparkling conversation rather than a perfect body. Chandler clung to the thought.
     
         “Darling, how do you manage? After working long days, you actually show up for a class that does nothing but twist up your body. What a sacrifice you make for your employees,” Lisa cooed.
     
         “I do my best,” Logan said.
     
         Chandler rolled her eyes.
     
         “I met a yoga teacher once.” Lisa’s eyes ran over her with a dismissing gesture. “She believed in saving the environment. Especially water. I guess that’s why she didn’t believe in bathing.”
     
         Chandler smiled sweetly. “Yes, I have the same philosophy. Birthdays and holidays I treat myself to a bath.”
     
         Her gaze met and locked with amused charcoal eyes. He raised his glass to her in silent salute, and Chandler mentally chided herself for making such a smart remark. Her actions indicated jealousy. But of course, she wasn’t.
     
         Moments later, she realized the lovely Lisa actually believed her comment. The woman seemed a bit nervous and adjusted her chair.
     
         The waiter appeared by their table. “May I get anyone an after dinner drink, coffee or dessert?”
     
         Richard shook his head. “Sugar and caffeine. I’ll pass.”
     
         Lisa agreed. “I’m so stuffed I feel like I’ll explode. I’ll pass, too.”
     
         Chandler winced and glanced down at her clean plate. She’d managed to devour her appetizer, salad, dinner, and all her rice. She held back a sigh and opened her mouth to decline.
     
         “We’ll have the brownie bomber sundae,” Logan said. One lid dropped in a naughty wink. “With two forks.”
     
         At that moment, she knew she liked Logan Grant a bit too much.
     

     
         “Let me walk you to the door.”
     
         “Thanks.” She led Richard up the staircase and paused in front of her apartment. Her high heels sunk into the cream colored carpet as she turned to face him and offered a bright