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already knew the answer to the latter question. In the few moments she’d spent with him, she’d seen enough to know that Logan Knight was like no other guy. They mightn’t have shared the world’s longest conversation but, be it female intuition or whatever, she knew he was much more than a hot body and a handsome face. ‘Did he wonder why you spent so long in the toilet?’
    Simone tried to scowl but couldn’t bring herself to do so. ‘Oh, I honestly don’t know where to start. I’ve had the best night in forever.’ She leaned back against her cushions and positively beamed. ‘We shared a piece of apple pie.’
    â€˜What?’ That made Frankie sit up straight. ‘But you won’t even share dessert with me.’
    Simone laughed. ‘I know. This was worth the sacrifice.’
    Frankie felt a little sick. ‘Did he, like … feed it to you?’
    â€˜No, nothing like that. We had two spoons, but they did clink occasionally and it just felt … intimate. He’s such a spunk, which of course you know.’ Simone nudged Frankie like this was hilarious.
    She nodded half-heartedly. The thought of Logan and Simone sharing dessert reminded Frankie of the kiss. Had Logan mentioned it? She couldn’t bring herself to ask for fear of heat rising in her cheeks, giving her ridiculous feelings away.
    â€˜But there’s such depth to him too,’ Simone added. ‘We had a fascinating conversation about his work. He’s a really intelligent guy.’
    â€˜I guess the question is—’ Frankie felt like it needed to be asked ‘—if he’s so perfect, why does he need a dating site?’
    Simone was quiet a moment, then, ‘I take your point, but he travels a lot for work and while that means he meets his fair share of women, long-distance relationships aren’t a walk in the park. You and I both know how hard it is to meet people.’
    â€˜The right people anyway,’ Frankie agreed, thinking of her last attempt at serious. What a train wreck that had been. Stop being such a wet blanket . ‘I’m sorry, I’m not trying to rain on your parade, I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.’
    â€˜That’s okay. I’m actually exhausted too. It was hard to keep up my side of the conversation without slipping up and sounding like I didn’t know something I should.’ Simone groaned. ‘At one point I asked him if his parents still lived on the farm and he reminded me they are dead.’
    â€˜Oh God. The poor bloke. You didn’t?’
    â€˜It’s not my fault. I didn’t know! I honestly wished the floor would open and swallow me. I felt terrible and of course I couldn’t ask for details because, well …’
    Frankie nodded. ‘Yes, I see your dilemma. So, are you going to see him again then?’
    â€˜Is the Pope Catholic? I’m not going to let a man like him slip through my fingers. I know it seems sudden but everything happens for a reason and I don’t want to be alone forever. Besides, I owe it to the girls to give it my best shot. He’s away next week covering some event in Broome but then he’ll be back on the farm for a few days. We’ve arranged to have lunch at the café.’
    â€˜ My café?’ Frankie’s stomach flipped at the memory of exactly what had happened in her café that afternoon.
    Simone frowned. ‘Of course—it’s the best around, isn’t it? So I’ve got just over a week to do my research. I’m studying Logan Knight and I plan on topping the class. An A-plus for me, little sister. You want to help?’
    â€˜What? How?’
    â€˜You can be my study partner, read through our emails as well, in case I’ve missed anything vital.’
    Frankie felt as if she’d already read enough. ‘Did he say much about his brother at all? Maybe we can double date.’ She