Chapter 4
Grabbing the used tea mugs, I carried them to the kitchen, where I washed them and left them in the dish drainer to dry. When I was done, I leaned back against the counter and let my gaze sweep over the apartment, taking in Asher’s home.
It was an open floor plan with no walls except for the outer ones of the building. The ceiling was high as a cathedral with chunky pillars holding it up, and I realized that what looked like two stories from the outside, was only one. With the exception of a loft above the kitchen area.
The walls were the same bare red brick as downstairs, and the entire apartment gave off an industrial, yet homey, vibe. Asher’s apartment wouldn’t have been out of place back in New York.
It was sparsely decorated with the couch, a couple armchairs, and the co
