LOGAN
Her apartment was every bit as adorable as she was, and that was saying a lot. Her refrigerator though…
“You have three eggs?”
Holly giggled from her corner of the kitchen table, where she cradled an oversized mug of delicious-smelling coffee. At least that was good. She had a solid machine, and a good grinder. Not every girl knew enough to buy whole beans.
Shit, some of them still used a godforsaken Keurig.
“Want me to knock on my neighbor’s door to borrow some?” she teased. “Ask for some milk too?”
“Nah. I’ll make do.”
I wasn’t the greatest cook in the world, but I could hold my own. I considered Breakfast my strong suit. It was also my favorite meal. But an omelet for three people? Using three eggs?
“Morning.” yawned Bradley, stumbling into the kitchen. He scratched his h
