She’d been awake for at least an hour, unwilling to move while she basked in the comfort of having both men with her.
The only reason she’d feigned sleep when Logan spoke was because she had wanted that sense of peace and calm to last for a bit longer. It hadn’t surprised her when they’d gotten up. Neither was all that keen on staying in bed when there were other things to do. And the moment she’d heard the shower come on, she knew they were taking a minute to themselves. Alone. Together.
Still content with the calm that had finally chased away the anger and pain, she opened her eyes and rolled to her back, listening for the sounds again. Yes, there were definitely two different voices echoing off the tiled walls in the bathroom. She couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she heard the hushed rumble of their voices and the answering moans.
Despite the fact she hadn’t yet made up with Logan, she felt a sense of relief wash over her. She wasn’t sure if she should, considering what she knew about the reasons Logan had left and now the fact that he was in the shower with Elijah. In his defense, he had tried to wake her, and she was the one who’d pretended to want to stay in bed. Maybe she wasn’t ready to face the hard truths that were sure to come out when they hashed things out once and for all.
Shaking off the runaway train of questions that came with what she’d learned last night, she decided it didn’t matter. Although she still wanted to have a conversation with Logan, her chat with Elijah before drifting off had brought a few things home for her. One of those things was that she was going to have to learn to share them with each other. And unless they invited her to join, now was a good time to test her ability to do just that.
“Logan…”
The sound of Elijah’s voice sent a shiver down her spine, but she resisted the urge to see what they were doing. Instead, she got out of bed and grabbed one of Elijah’s T-shirts from the dresser. She pulled it on, then slipped out of the bedroom, careful to close the door silently behind her.
There were plenty of things she could keep herself busy with until they were finished.
In her defense, she tried really, really hard to focus, but in the end, she found she had absolutely no willpower. Rather than do something constructive like clean the refrigerator or dust, she ended up making a pot of coffee, then took a seat at the table.
Her attention never strayed from the closed bedroom door as she wondered what was taking place on the other side.
It was a wonder her stare didn’t burn a hole clear through the closed door.
***
Logan managed to make it through theshower without groping Elijah too much. He didn’t seek more than the kisses and light touches as they washed each other, letting the moment drag on for long minutes.
He’d needed this. A moment to settle his thoughts and accept that what he wanted was right here under this roof.
“I need to talk to Sam,” he whispered against Elijah’s mouth as they let the water wash away the lather they’d created with wandering hands.
“Yes, you do.”
“Could you give us a minute?” he asked, pulling back to stare into the man’s eyes.
Elijah nodded, then stepped back, releasing him.
Logan hated to pull himself away from Elijah, but he had to talk to his wife. Before they took this any further, Logan needed to ensure she understood how sorry he was for what he’d done.
He left Elijah in the shower, grabbed a towel, and dried off. He snagged a pair of shorts from the closet, pulled them on, and headed for the bed only to realize Sam wasn’t there.
Logan frowned, then made his way out of the bedroom.
He found her sitting at the kitchen table, her eyes locked on him the moment he stepped out.
She didn’t say anything, but he could see a million questions burning in her eyes. On a normal day, she would’ve pelted him with them, and he hated that he’d taken that from her.
Her eyes followed him as he neared, remained locked on his face as he stepped up to her and reached for her hand. She didn’t speak, even as he helped her to her feet and urged her to follow him. He led the way to the sofa, took a seat, and pulled her down on his lap. She came willingly, and his heart swelled in his chest, a relief so potent he was surprised he could still breathe.
“God, baby,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him.
His entire body shuddered with relief as the warmth of her breath fanned his neck. A sob escaped her, and his chest tightened, his arms banding more firmly around her.
“I’m so sorry, Sam.”
Her arms wrapped around him, clutching him tightly. “I know.”
“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek, spoke softly near her ear. “I love you with all that I am. That will never change even when I do stupid shit.”
She chuckled, but it was broken by a sob. “Why’d you go?”
