Chapter 11

“So, you just graduated from high school, huh?” Logan asked as we walked out to my car.

I popped the hood, and Logan picked up my suitcase. “I’ll get that,” I said, reaching for it, but he pulled it out of my reach.

“No. I’ll get it.” His muscles flexed under his T-shirt under the weight of the suitcase. “You haven’t answered my question.”

“Does it make that much of a difference?” I asked. But from the look on his face, I could see that it did.

He shrugged. “I’m just trying to wrap my head around it is all.”

I nodded. “Are you in college?”

“I just graduated from NYU and came here.” He adjusted the suitcase, shifting it to his other hand. “What do you have in here? Bricks?”

I laughed. “I’ll carry it if it’s too heavy for you.” He gave me a dirty look, and I laughed. “What was