Fiancé at Her Fingertips by Kathleen Bacus Read Free Book Online Page B

want to talk to me? You don’t even know me!”
    He took a step toward her and stopped. “Look, Debra, I know you’re hurt. I do understand.”
    “Did Kendra Kelley put you up to this? She must want that promotion bad.”
    “Kendra Kelley from your office? What’s she got to do with us?”
    “Oh, so you admit you do know her?”
    “Of course I know her. Or should say know of her. You complain about her enough.” He put a hand through his thick dark hair. “Listen, Debra. We need to talk. There are things I want to say to you. Need to say to you.”
    “Why are you doing this?” Debra tried to keep her voice low, so as not to attract her parents’ attention. “You know you don’t know me, and I sure as hell don’t know you.”
    He shook his head. “I’m the same man I’ve always been, Debra. Maybe you’re the one who’s changed. Maybe this glamorous new look of yours has gone to your head.” He sighed again. “This is still all about Catrina, isn’t it?”
    Debra was fast reaching the end of her tether. “Catrina? Who’s Catrina? Oh, and by the way, who are you ?”
    “Very funny, Debra.”
    She clenched her teeth. “Stop calling me that! I’m trying to get through to you!”
    “I’m getting the message loud and clear. You’re bent because I went off to help out an ex-girlfriend. Case closed.”
    “You sound just like a blasted attorney.”
    “I am an attorney, for God’s sake!”
    Debra gulped, fighting hysteria. “Well, of course you are,” she said. “Of course you are. You would have to be, wouldn’t you? It says so right in your profile: Lawyer Logan.”
    “An occupation you rank alongside the porn industry and paid lobbyists,” Lawyer Logan remarked. “I’m amazed we got together in the first place.”
    “Together? Together! Who’s together?”
    “Ah, Logan.” Debra’s father entered the room, his wife close on his heels. “So nice to see you again. I was telling my wife and daughter here how I planned to coerce you into pairing up for a golf tourney this summer. Your tee shots are very impressive.”
    Lawyer Logan shook her father’s hand, and Debra looked on with growing concern. “Now, if I could just putt like you, I’d be all set,” he said. “I watched you on the practice green. You’re good. Darn good!”
    Debra’s father looked pleased. “Years of practice,” he said with a wink.
    “Years and years of practice,” her mother corrected, joining the conversation. “And since no one in the room seems inclined to introduce me, I suppose I’ll have to do the honors myself. I’m Alva Daniels, Debra’s mother.”
    Logan took her hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said.
    “I notice you didn’t say, ‘Debra’s told me all about you,’” Alva pointed out. “She hasn’t told you a thing about us, has she? Debra seemed to think it was too early in your relationship for you to meet her parents. She said she didn’t want to scare you off.”
    “You’d be doing me a huge favor if you’d do just that,Mother,” Debra muttered, her anxiety reaching a peak. “Go ahead, Mother. Scare him off!”
    Her mother rolled her eyes. “Isn’t she just full of spit and vinegar? She gets that from my husband’s side of the family.”
    “She’s certainly full of something,” Lawyer Logan agreed, his eyes gleaming. “Thank you for the invitation to lunch, Mr. Daniels,” he added a moment later.
    Debra shook her head at her father and made slashing motions at her throat. He ignored her. What was she, invisible?
    “Call me Stu,” her father said. “And she’s Alva.”
    Logan nodded. “Are you feeling better, Stu? I was a little concerned at the golf course. You looked pretty gray there for a while.”
    Debra’s focus immediately shifted to her father. “Have you been feeling ill, Dad?” she asked, concerned that he might be experiencing a reccurrence of his heart ailment. “You should see the doctor.”
    Her father shook his head. “For