The Billionaire's Kiss(88)
As the match started, Logan explained the basics of the sport, the teams and the layout of the field as well as the rules and the periods, which she refused to believe were called chukkas until she heard the announcer say it over the loudspeaker.
Soon, something else caught her attention, something off to the side of her field of view. She couldn’t help but stare off to the side at the couple sitting across from her at the tent. Henry and Evelyn leaning against each other, watching the match from inside the VIP tent. Apparently Henry had lived up to his promise of giving Evelyn a honeymoon to remember. She was surprised that they were still in town. As far as she knew, they had only been planning to stay for a little over a week. Callie had been in town for close to a month, but she couldn’t deny that they were there. And they were there in style. Even Logan hadn’t been able to score seats that good.
“Ahem,” Callie said, elbowing Logan in the side. “I think it’s time for you to admit defeat.”
“What in the world are you talking about? The match just started, Callie.”
“I’m not talking about polo. I’m talking about them.” She pointed over to the old couple. They were holding hands as they watched the match flow back and forth across the field before them.
“Oh,” Logan said. He scratched his chin and squinted a bit, feigning confusion. “Hey is that that old couple you wanted to introduce me to?”
“You know exactly who they are,” Callie said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Logan said. He was either a terrible liar or he was enjoying letting Callie know he was playing dumb.
“You’re going to lose our bet, just admit it. They’re completely in love, and nothing could make them happier.”
“I still think I could easily make them both happier,” Logan said.
“And you’re wrong,” Callie shot back.
Logan grinned. “Why don’t you bring me over, and we’ll ask them together?”
“I’m not letting you anywhere near them. I don’t want you to taint their perfect honeymoon.”
Logan shrugged. “Have it your way. You should at least go over and say hi. Don’t worry. I’ll stay here and mind my manners.”
Callie gave him a suspicious look and looked down at the champagne. “This isn’t some kind of trick, right? Either there’s something in this champagne, or you’re actually being considerate. Promise me you won’t bother them.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Not until you call me over,” Logan said. He struggled to hold back his smile.
Callie laughed and shook her head. “I don’t see that happening any time soon.”
“Go say hi,” Logan said.
“I’m sure they won’t even remember me.” As Callie spoke, a group of riders thundered past on their horses, pulling her attention away from the conversation. The horses were beautiful and frightening from such a short distance, and they seemed perfectly attuned to their riders who were lunging and positioning themselves to knock the ball back and forth across the pitch. She watched in awe as they rumbled past again and again.
Logan elbowed her, breaking her concentration. “Ahem,” he said, “I don’t want to distract you, but I think your friends are waving.”
Callie turned and waved back to Henry and Evelyn. “I guess they do remember me.”
“How could anyone forget you?” Logan asked.
“Not everyone wants to sleep with me, you know.”
“You don’t know that,” Logan said. “You really do assume the worst of my intentions, don’t you?”
“Would you expect anything less?” Callie joked.
Logan laughed. “Of course not. Now go over and say hi. The half is almost over. I’ll meet you out on the pitch for the divot stomping.”
“The what?” Callie asked.
“The divot stomping. At the half, everyone goes out onto the field and stomps down all of the divots that have been kicked up during the match. Think of it as a chance to do some of that dirty work you like so much.”
“That’s more of a figure of speech,” Callie said.
Logan waved his hand, as if to dismiss her. “Yeah, yeah, go on. Your fan club is waiting for you. I think you should give me a kiss before you go though.”
“Oh do you?” Callie asked.
“Unless you want me to kiss you,” Logan said.
“What if I don’t want either?” Callie replied.
“Skipping right to the good stuff instead?” he asked.
Callie leaned in and kissed hm on the cheek. “We’ll see about that later. Once you admit I’ve won our bet.”