“How on earth?” She gestured to the goodies on the plush rug and sank onto one the cushions Logan had thrown on the floor.

He passed her a flute of champagne, clinked his glass to hers, and shrugged.

“I could pretend I’m a whizz in the kitchen, but that would be a lie. Suffice to say the housekeeper left those for us in the fridge, and there’s plenty more delights in the freezer. We don’t have to set foot outside at all unless we want to.”

“Oh.” His earlier words of keeping her naked all week flooded back into her conscience and heated her cheeks.

“Yes, oh. You should know...