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‘WILL you just get a grip, Fergus? It wasn’t in the least bit funny!’ Logan glared across the restaurant table—not Chef Simon!—at his cousin, as the other man seemed incapable of stopping his laughter.

‘I’m sorry!’ Fergus finally gasped. ‘I can’t help it! I just—my goodness, I bet you looked a sight with all that uncooked egg-white all over you!’ Fergus went off into paroxysms of laughter once again.

Logan continued to scowl at the other man. Maybe one day he might be able to see the funny side of this himself—although he wouldn’t count on it! But at this particular moment, only an hour or so after it had happened, he still didn’t find it in the least funny.

He had stared up at Darcy in complete disbelief at the time, sure he’d been in the middle of one of those unbelievable nightmares one sometimes had. But the slow descent of the gooey white mess down his face had given instant lie to that hope; there was no way he could ever have imagined the cold stickiness of those egg-whites against his skin and hair!

Darcy had looked stunned herself at what she had done, staring down at him in horror. As well she might have done!

Logan wasn’t a hundred per cent certain what his immediate intention had been—probably he had been about to wring her pretty little neck! But before he’d been able to do that, he’d heard the kitchen door swing open behind them.

‘I thought I heard raised voices—good grief!’ Daniel Simon gasped as he took in the scene, his gaze disbelieving on Logan’s dishevelled appearance. ‘What on earth happened?’ He looked appalled as he moved further into the room.