An Extraordinary Match (The Match Series Book 3) Read Free Page B

gone with blue jeans and a black and white cotton tank top for the trip. And since Mirror Falls had such a laid-back feel to it, she hadn’t seen a reason to change.
    “Are you here with friends? A boyfriend?” Amy’s glance went to Jade’s left hand, obviously checking for a wedding or engagement ring.
    “Just me.”
    Amy sat up straight. “Bad breakup?”
    “What? No. No, not at all. I’m just getting away from work for a few days.”
    “Where do you work?”
    “New York City.”
    “Ahhh.” Amy nodded. Then her gaze obviously caught on something across the room. “Logan.”
    Jade followed Amy’s line of sight.
    A tall, handsome, surprisingly sexy man walked over to Amy’s table. He was wearing a steel-gray suit with a light gray dress shirt and a black checkerboard tie. His chin was square, his shoulders broad, and his eyes were as blue as the ocean.
    “People are asking about you,” he told Amy.
    “I needed a break.” She gestured to Jade. “Logan, this is Jade. She’s visiting from New York City. Jade, my brother, Logan. He’s apparently on apprehension duty.”
    The man focused on Jade and went still. A moment passed before he blinked and drew a breath. “Hello, Jade.” He gave her a nod, but he didn’t offer to shake hands.
    “Hello, Logan,” she responded, wondering if she could possibly have done something to annoy him. Then she realized he was probably only interested in his sister and the party. She was nothing but an interruption in his evening.
    “Hi, Logan.” The waitress returned to the tables with the martinis.
    Logan raised a brow at Amy. “You ordered a drink? You do know there’s an open bar in there.”
    “I told you”—Amy reached out to take the martini—“I needed a break. I’ve danced every dance. The second I sit down, somebody else is asking.”
    “You want something, Logan?” the waitress asked.
    Logan glanced at Jade again. His look sent a sizzle of awareness along her spine before he looked back at his sister. “Sure. Bring me a…what are you having?”
    “Vodka martini, olive and lemon.”
    Logan grimaced. “Make mine gin, dry, with three olives.” He sat down in the armchair across from Amy. “You know they’re bringing out the cake in twenty minutes.”
    “I know. I won’t miss it.”
    He gave a slightly distracted nod.
    The waitress brought Jade’s wrap, ensuring she had utensils and condiments on the low table. Jade felt a bit self-conscious eating in front of Amy and Logan, so she finished her first martini instead.
    “You came in on the flight this afternoon?” Logan asked.
    “I did.” She couldn’t help glancing down at herself. “Is it obvious?”
    He shifted in his chair. “Just a guess. The five eighty-two out of JFK connects with the flight in Denver.”
    “Logan’s a pilot,” said Amy.
    “You fly into Denver?” Jade asked.
    Had he been on the flight? She pictured him in a uniform, trying to recall if she’d seen him in the airport. She was sure she hadn’t. But the mental image of him in a pilot’s uniform was incredibly sexy.
    “I’m a bush pilot,” said Logan. “I fly hikers, skiers and fishermen into the mountains.”
    “Hey, that’s what you can do while you’re here,” said Amy. “Logan will take you flightseeing.”
    Jade’s glance met Logan’s, and for some reason he looked quite horrified at the suggestion.
    “I think I’ll keep my feet on the ground,” she told Amy.
    “Don’t be silly. It’s very safe. Logan’s a very experienced pilot.”
    “It’s not that—”
    “Are you here to hike?” Logan asked her, his expression dubious. Clearly, she didn’t look like the outdoorsy type.
    “I’m here to relax,” she answered, happy to let the idea of flightseeing drop.
    Not that she had anything against Logan Edwards. He seemed like a perfectly fine human being. And she was sure he was a perfectly competent pilot. But her body was already humming with sexual awareness while he sat six feet away.