Chapter 7
His dad had been trailing him all damn day. Drifting into lecture halls and libraries after him, frowning deeper with every heavy step. Logan could feel his father's disapproval. He knew Harry had always hoped that Logan would go into the accounting business as he had. Unfortunately, he just didn't have the head for accounts like his dad, and architecture was a legit business, dammit. When he came out the other end of college, he'd be earning twice what his father ever had. The man at least conceded that much, eyes widening in surprise when he figured out how much even a passable architect could earn.
“And these are the dorms. You'll notice that there's a curfew posted. Eleven pm is the cut-off, and if you're not in by then, you'll have to wake the custodian, and trust
