He was finally beginning to feel like himself again. As soon as he ate and drank an entire pot of coffee, he would practice with his sword. The room seemed empty, and he was glad not to have to make small talk until after at least his first cup of coffee. He was energized at the prospect of a workout, but of course, he’d have to finish it by dawn, when Cyn usually came to check on him. Guitar chords flowed into the room along with a deep voice. The country song was upbeat. “Why don’t we just dance…” The words flowed easily, and Kieran couldn’t help but be impressed. Logan was definitely all country, not only in his way of dressing, his swagger, and his drawl, but he also played the guitar and could sing. Kieran shook his head as he poured coffee into the large mug. Fallon had finally realized that his fancy little teacups were too small for good ole’ American coffee drinkers and had bought larger ones.
