Chapter 142

Soon, I walked into the front door of my apartment. It had been twenty-four hours since I’d been there, and it seemed desolate somehow. Empty. I quickly pushed the thought aside as I hung up my coat and dressed in casual jeans and a nice blue shirt and matching light sweater—the kind that’s longer in the front than in the back.

Then, I headed out to the kitchen and decided to make some good old-fashioned spaghetti and meatballs. Logan had always called it ‘comfort food for the soul’.

Within minutes, I had the water for the spaghetti on to boil, the sauce cooking, and was rolling the meatballs when I heard a knock on the door. “Just a minute!” I yelled as I washed up and hurried to the door, wiping my hands on a dishtowel.

I flung the door open, and Logan was leaning against the door facing. “You really should ask who it is before you open the door,” he said in a seductive voice as he handed me a bouquet of pu