"So, you just graduated from high school, huh?" Logan asked as we walked out to my car.

I popped the hood, and Logan picked up my suitcase. "I'll get that," I said, reaching for it, but he pulled it out of my reach.

"No. I'll get it." His muscles flexed under his T-shirt under the weight of the suitcase. "You haven't answered my question."

"Does it make that much of a difference?" I asked. But from the look on his face, I could see that it did.

He ...