“Logan brought me here,” Emma said, wondering if that counted as a date.
“Ah,” Margot nodded, her eyes dancing. “Now I insist on lunch Tuesday, you have more to tell me than I have to tell you.”
“I’ll have to get back to you,” Emma said vaguely.
“Sure, whatever. Call me tomorrow. In the meantime, did you know Batts is dating Nigel? I heard it from Richard. I can’t believe it myself, but you know Richard.”
Emma sipped her wine and nodded, totally lost to the conversation. Was she going to be exposed at the onset that she was not Lily? Could she impersonate her sister for the duration of the party? Glancing at Logan, she noticed he appeared bored with the trend of the conversation. Not that she blamed him. She wasn’t one to gossip about others, especially when she didn’t even know the people.
“Hi, Logan, good to see you.”
A pretty dark-haired woman linked her arm with his and leaned against him casually. Her skirt was short, her halter top cut to reveal the charms she so artlessly displayed.
Emma wanted to knock her arm away and let her know loud and clear that Logan was her date for the evening. Shocked at her primitive thoughts, she took another sip of wine and tried to calm down. She’d never felt so strongly before, even when she and David had been dating for several months.
Of course, she never felt for David what she felt for Logan.
Oh. No.
She was falling in love with her sister’s neighbor.
Chapter Sixteen
The knowledge struck her instantly as everything fell into place. Her attraction to him, her sudden certainty she and David would never work, her dreams at the breakfast table, lying on the beach. She was falling in love with Logan Beckett.
Panic set in. She wanted to run as far and as fast as she could. Trapped at this party, she felt helpless. Her mind spun, her thoughts in turmoil. What was she thinking of, falling for the man? He ate women like her up for lunch.
“Hi, Shelley. Have you met Lily Rambeau? She’s my next-door neighbor,” Logan said easily. “I think you already know Margot Porter.”
Shelley nodded at Margot, then swung her gaze at Emma. Her eyes narrowed briefly, then an insincere smile turned up her lips.
“Nice to meet you.”
Emma shivered. If looks could injure, she’d be picking herself up off the floor right now. The lovely Shelley must have a particular interest in Logan. One that was not returned? Jealousy speared again. She sure hoped it wasn’t returned.
“So you already know some people,” Phil said, joining them, his smile directed straight at her.
“Just met Shelley.” she murmured. Looking at the woman, she asked, “Do you work at Logan’s place, also?”
“Yes, production manager.”
Emma swung back to Phil.
“And what do you do?”
“Chief dreamer, right, boss?”
“After me,” Logan said.
“Dreamer?” Emma asked.
“I dream up the stuff. Sometimes the script calls for some sort of special effect we haven’t tried before. I dream up how to map it out to get the most realism from the scene, then block it out on the computer. And Logan’s right, he does it more than me. Funny, isn’t it?”
“What?” Emma asked.
“How a guy who is so adamantly against liars is such a liar himself.”
Phil laughed when he looked at Logan.
