Chapter 6: Hot and Cold
Anna sat at the kitchen table the next morning, the aroma of the coffee she'd just brewed wafting through the air, as Logan emerged from his room. She heard the opening and closing of his door, and his footsteps sounded down the hall before he appeared there in the kitchen. Pouring a cup of coffee from the pot into a travel mug he held in his hand, he was silent for a moment as if he were contemplating what to say.
“I have a business meeting today in Venice. I fly out this morning, but I should be home sometime late tomorrow night.”
“As in Venice, Italy?” Anna spluttered as she set her coffee mug back down at the table, grateful she hadn't had a mouthful of the hot brew just then. What Logan said had caught her off-guard. Who talks so carelessly about flying off
