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presence in. If we are to progress this thing, I need to spend some time with you, with your team, to really get to know the ‘ins and the outs’ of your operation.”
    ‘This thing’, as he calls it, is the very reason Logan McManus is here in Wellington with me and not in his native San Francisco, doing whatever it is native San Franciscans do.
    Thoroughly handsome and sexy things, by the looks of it. Sigh.
    You: Now and has expressed an interest in working with us to expand into the New Zealand market. It would mean selling fifty per cent of the business to them and going into equal partnership. I would have to relinquish the complete control I have right now, of course. But it’s an incredible opportunity for Live It to work alongside his company and reap all the rewards associated with their global presence.
    It could help us expand into Australia and even South East Asia, which we’ve been trying to do with little success for some time now.
    It really is the opportunity of a lifetime—of my lifetime—and I need to give it my full attention. Not let my rom com-addled brain run away with foolish notions of being swept off my feet by some matinee idol American.
    I take a sip of my tea. “I’ve got it all set up, Logan. This is very important to me, so absolutely nothing has changed,” I reply. “We’re meeting the head of sales and marketing next. First I want to present our approach and structure, which we can do now, if you like?”
    I’ve prepared a fantastic presentation showing who we are, where we came from, and what we want to achieve, complete with video footage of some of our participants’ more dramatic self-discovery moments. No matter how long I’ve been doing this, I’m always amazed at the way some people leap at the opportunity to share their heartache with the world. I keep mine firmly under lock and key, that’s for sure.
    As I launch into the presentation I’ve prepared for him on how Live It came about, our ethos and approach, thoughts of Logan’s hotness mercifully float out of my mind. I’m so passionate about what I do, what we’ve achieved as a company, I almost forget about how intently he’s looking at me, how he makes my heart race. Almost.
    “You’ve achieved so much in such a short time, Brooke. It’s fantastic to see.” He looks directly at me and I find myself struggling for air.
    Without wanting to boast, he’s right. I’ve taken this company and made it into what it is today. And I’m damn proud of it too. But there’s so much more I could do with it. With Logan and You: Now ’s help, that is.
    Keeping my mind on the work, rather than on Logan McManus, is going to be one tall order. But it’s one I have to fill if I’m going to change my life forever.
     

CHAPTER 2
     
    LOGAN AND I WALK out of my office together. It’s only just before eight in the morning and already the place is a hive of activity.
    We all know you can’t discriminate against anyone based on age, race, gender, and religious beliefs: you know, all the big ones. However no one ever said you can’t choose only to employ morning people. Being a morning person myself, I prefer my team to be up and at it before most of the city has hit the snooze button. Voila, an office full of hard working, focused early birds.
    It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, just looking at them.
    As we walk into the open plan office every eye turns in our direction.
    “Morning everyone. I’d like to introduce Logan McManus from You: Now in San Francisco, and, well—” I shrug and smile at him “—everywhere.”
    Logan shoots me a sexy smile and I swallow hard.
    He turns to face the team. “Good morning, all. It’s great to be here with you.”
    There’s a general murmur of “Hi Logan” and “Welcome” from the staff.
    “As you all know, he’s come to New Zealand to spend some time with us, and I’m sure I don’t have to say again what an honour it is to have him here,” I add for good