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Sally could guess what the boss was saying: he didn’t want to be teamed with the newest, lowliest employee.
But Janet dismissed him with a wave of her hand. ‘These sorts of exercises are never a waste of time. This will be good for you, Logan. You’re an introverted thinking type and Sally’s an extraverted feeling type. It’s a perfect match. Now off you go. Think of it as a blind date and be a good sport.’
Sally knew her cheeks were bright pink, but she was not going to let the boss upset her. Lifting her chin, she smiled at him bravely. ‘I’m ready when you are, Mr. Black.’
‘Very well,’ he said grimly and his frown deepened as he nodded to a vacant table with two chairs. ‘Over here will do, Miss –’
With a shrewd smile, Sally turned her name plate over.
‘Ah, yes. Miss Finch. Not Sparrow.’
It was a small victory and she wished she felt more relaxed as she sat, hoping her heart and lungs would behavenormally as Logan Black lowered his long frame into a chair on the other side of the small desk that separated them.
She drew some comfort from Janet’s suggestion that the boss was an introverted thinking type. It made sense. She’d met men like him before in the outback. Quiet, almost reclusive men, driven by inner goals.
Now, he said, with an affectation of boredom, ‘Ladies first. Apparently, you have to tell me all about yourself.’
‘What would you like to know?’
His eyebrows were black and perfectly arched and in response to her question, the right one lifted. ‘How are you settling in to your work here?’
‘I think I’ve settled in rather quickly. I love working here.’
‘That’s good to hear.’
To cover the awkward silence that followed, Sally said, ‘I guess it’s my turn to ask you a question.’
‘Fire away.’
‘What did you have for breakfast?’
‘I beg your pardon?’
Logan couldn’t have looked more stunned if Sally had asked him for his private phone number.
‘I – I asked what you had for breakfast?’
‘What kind of a question is that?’
‘A safe one, I hope.’
He smiled.
Oh, my gosh. When he smiled the skin around his eyes crinkled and his face was transformed. He looked just as he had playing football with his nephews, delightfully carefree and young.
‘I had a cup of coffee for breakfast,’ he said.
‘Is that all?’
‘Yes. It’s all I ever have.’
Sally was sure she shouldn’t correct her boss, but she couldn’t help herself. ‘But breakfast is terribly important. My father and brothers couldn’t face a day’s work without a mountain of toast and a full, cooked breakfast.’
‘What kinds of work do your father and brothers do?’
‘Is that your next question?’
Another gorgeous smile. ‘I guess it is.’
