CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Mentally rolling his eyes, Nick took the last seat at the restaurant table after Kat, Kristen, and their friend, Kayla London, had claimed their own. He’d spent the past two and a half hours with them in a furniture store, picking out everything he needed to fill his apartment. Kristen and Angie had previously purchased the smaller things, such as kitchen, bedroom, and bath accessories, without him—thankfully. They’d kept the color schemes neutral and masculine for him but insisted he pick out the furniture, wanting him to be comfortable with the choices.
Who knew there were so many f*****g options when it came to furniture? He’d looked at dozens of styles, types of wood, and upholstery patterns. Back in California, his bed didn’t have a headboard, and the only furniture
