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looks department, but there was something almost…poetic about him. Logan’s green eyes had a spot of blue, adding a dreamy quality to them. He completed the look with a goatee.
    “Good morning, Dr. Chilton,” Logan said.
    “Good morning, but please call me Phoebe.”
    He nodded and said nothing else as she took her seat—the same one as the night before. Once she was settled, both cousins followed suit.
    “What would madam like this morning?” Belivore asked, disdain dripping from every word. Usually she would get mad, but his attitude made her want to laugh.
    “Just a spot of tea with lemon and toast with butter, please.”
    He brought her the tea then left to retrieve her toast. Callum pushed the plate of lemons toward her.
    “Thank you.”
    He grunted in response and picked up the paper he’d been reading when she entered.
    “I was surprised to see you so early,” Logan said as he drank his tea. “I thought you might sleep in a bit after all your traveling yesterday.”
    Even in his movements there was something, well, so…artistic about him. Which made sense because she had read he oversaw the art department and created all the ads for Lennon Enterprises. He dressed casually compared to his cousin—who was wearing his normal “Lord of the Dead” black business suit. Logan wore a loose fitting white shirt, no tie, and casual chinos.
    “Mr. Lennon said I should be here at six in the morning.”
    Logan glanced at his cousin, humor lighting his eyes. “Really?”
    “No problem. I believe in a strict schedule. Otherwise, chaos reigns.”
    “Chaos can be interesting.”
    She laughed. “Spoken like a true artist.”
    Callum shook his newspaper, but said nothing. He didn’t even look in their direction. She figured he was annoyed with the conversation, but if he didn’t like it, he shouldn’t have ordered her to breakfast. She almost always played by the rules—especially when it benefitted her. And irritating Callum Lennon was a definite benefit.
    He was frowning—again. Not that she expected anything else. Although, it did bring out the minx in her. She wanted to muss the top of his head, slipping her fingers through his hair, but she knew better. If she ever indulged in touching him, she would embarrass herself and do more than just touch. She’d have to know how he tasted.
    Oh, lord. What the hell was she thinking? She needed to keep her mind on that diary and away from her adversary. Lusting after him would make it harder to go after the grant. It had to be because of the dreams. She’d not slept well. Dreams of whipped cream and Callum Lennon had disturbed her rest. And even as she told herself that Callum Lennon was off-limits, her gaze drifted back to him. Something about that stoic Scot expression made her want to see him smile. She was positive a true smile from him would turn her into jelly.
    With a sigh, she took a sip of her tea and turned her attention back to Logan. He was frowning also, not in irritation, but contemplation. His gaze shifted to Callum, then back to her. Oh, bother. She needed to change the subject and fast.
     
* * * *
     
    A half hour later, she settled in front of a spare wooden desk that Callum had placed in his office. The male assistant kept asking her if she needed anything to the point of being a nuisance, but she couldn’t fault him. Apparently, Callum could.
    “That will be enough, Gregory.”
    The young man blushed to his hairline, bowed his head in her direction, and left them. She swiveled in her chair and said, “You needn’t be so harsh with him.”
    “He would have hovered all morning if I hadn’t put an end to it.” His disgust made her chuckle. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him.”
    “In dealing with young men, you need to show a little more patience.”
    He shot her a look out of the corner of his eye as he walked across the room. “You have a lot of experience with young men?”
    “Research assistants. They tend to blush easily and