Logan had taken advantage of her absence to go down to his car, and five parcels waited for her on the coffee-table, one of them almost the size of the table itself.
Callie frowned as she looked down at it. ‘What on earth is that?’
‘Open it and see,’ he laughed.
‘You open yours first.’ She handed him his parcels, feeling a little awkward, hoping that he would like them.
She had bought him a ridiculously extravagant robe in pure silk, a contrasting cravat, a large bottle of the aftershave he usually wore, and of course the cufflinks. His pleasure at all of the gifts was genuine, and she knew she had chosen well.
‘Now you,’ he invited. ‘And save that big one until last.’
‘Spoilsport!’
‘Go on,’ he laughed.
Logan’s gifts were even more extravagant than her own, a huge bottle of her favourite perfume, a large box of chocolates, a nightgown and négligé in the sheerest white silk she had ever seen.
‘For our wedding night,’ he told her softly.
‘It’s beautiful!’ Her voice was husky.
‘Now this one,’ and he held out a flat square parcel.
Callie ripped the paper off, looking down at the jewellery box with wide eyes, undoing the clasp with shaking fingers. Inside, on the royal blue velvet, nestled a beautiful gold and diamond necklace.
She looked at Logan with disbelieving eyes. ‘For me?’
‘Well, it certainly isn’t for me,’ he drawled.
‘Oh, Logan!’ she threw herself into his waiting arms, kissing him with more exuberance than accuracy. ‘I love you!’
‘I should hope so,’ he teased, his grey eyes twinkling with amusement. ‘I don’t think I’d approve of your kissing any other man like that.’
She nuzzled against his chest. ‘Only you, darling. Only ever you.’
‘Open the big present now,’ he encouraged. ‘I think you’ll like it.’
‘You’ve given me too much already,’ she protested.
‘The last one is for fun. Go on, open it.’
She looked up at him uncertainly. ‘You aren’t mocking me in any way?’
‘No, little one,’ he spoke gently, ‘I’m trying to please you.’
The huge pink fluffy elephant she unwrapped did please her, so much so that she cried.
‘He’s perfect,’ she hugged the toy to her. ‘Just perfect!’
‘He?’ Logan mocked.
‘Oh yes,’ she gave him a mischievous smile. ‘He’s going to sleep with me, share my bed, until you do.’
His eyes darkened, desire in their depths. ‘You only have to say the word,’ he moaned raggedly.
‘We have to face your mother, remember?’ she teased.
‘Do you think I care about my mother at this moment?’