Chapter 18

Logan set down his guitar and looked around as we entered the apartment, then headed toward the kitchen. “Wow! This is great! How many bedrooms do you have?”

I set my guitar down against the wall and placed my keys on a side table near the door. “One,” I said as I walked into the kitchen, where Logan was hard at work unpacking milk, cereal, coffee, tea, sugar … temporary things that I would need. “What in the world?”

Logan looked up from the refrigerator after sliding in the milk. “I just got you a few things.”

“I don’t drink coffee,” I said, not sure if Logan was planning on staying overnight. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, as I’d only known him for a few days. “Or, at least, I haven’t until now.”

“Have you ever tried it?” he asked, pulling a coffee maker out of the cabinet.

“Wow! You sure know your way around a kitchen.&rdq