“Dad!” I ran down the hallway and shoved open their bedroom door, but there wasn’t anyone inside. The television was on so I circled around the bed and threw open the bathroom door. Still no one. “Dad?”
“Sam!”
I jerked and my bag went flying across the room. I cursed.
Logan laughed from the doorway, a bag slung over his own shoulder. “You ready?”
Was I ready? I looked around my room, it’d been my home for the last five months and now I would move into another one. No, I wasn’t ready, but I was at the same time. A sigh left me. “Yeah…”
“Oh, come on.” He sauntered in the room and threw an arm around my shoulder. As he pulled me tight against his side, his hand spanned the rest of the room. “Think of it this way, your next room’s going to be o****m-friendly. That’s good feng shui, right?
