“Enough that they’re willing to postpone a meeting?” Sam didn’t understand. “Aren’t they used to snow here?”
“They are, but they know I’m not. It’s my understanding I might get stranded one way or another if I attempt to head to Denver.”
Well, that would suck. Sam didn’t like the idea of Logan stranded anywhere. Certainly not away from her and Elijah.
“It’ll wait until Monday,” he said, his tone soothing. “I do need to call Luke, though. Give him a heads-up.”
Sam watched Logan head up the stairs. The cell reception in the cabin was spotty at best, but they’d found it was best on the second floor.
“You okay?” Elijah asked as he walked past her on his way to the living room.
Sam nodded, then turned toward the windows. Only then did she realize it was rather dark outside. Since it was still relatively early—a little after three—she had expected there to be more light. A quick glance at the sky and she saw the reason. Thick, dark clouds loomed overhead, seemingly closer to earth than usual. She figured that had something to do with the altitude. Or maybe it was just a figment of her imagination.
“What do you want to do?” Elijah’s voice echoed in the open space. “Movie?”
Sam put the weather out of her mind. There was nothing she could do about it, and since it had gotten Logan to stay here, she figured it might be a blessing.
“I think I’m TV’d out,” she admitted, heading for the kitchen just as Logan made it to the bottom of the stairs.
What she wanted to do was play a game, but she wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. She’d been shot down quickly the first night they were here, but now she had more motivation to get them to participate.Andshe had a new game she wanted to play, one that she’d found online and purchased for exactly a scenario such as this one.
“She’s plotting.”
Elijah’s voice yanked Sam out of her thoughts, had her gaze darting over to where he was sitting on the sofa.
“She’s always plotting,” Logan agreed, grabbing two beers from the fridge then delivering one to Elijah on his way to sit down.
“I am not.”
“Remember when we used to paddle her ass for lying?” Logan asked, grinning around the lip of his beer bottle. “I think we need to start doing that again.”
Sam poured a glass of wine and joined them, but rather than sitting on the couch, she took a seat on the thick, plush rug laid out on the floor, her back to the fireplace.
Logan immediately reached for the remote, and Sam gritted her teeth.
“There’s a hockey game on,” he said, as though reading her shift in mood.
There was always a hockey game on. And when it wasn’t hockey, it was baseball or basketball or football. She didn’t know when it had happened, but at some point, her husband had developed a penchant for sports.
Almost as though a higher power was siding with her, the power chose that exact moment to flash off. Only this time, it didn’t blink back on immediately.
Sam sat motionless as the darkness settled over them. The firelight and the dim light from outside were enough to see by, but the shadows grew heavier throughout the space.
She hated the dark. Like this, anyway. Especially in a place she wasn’t completely familiar with. Add in the cold and the snow and—
“Looks like that storm’s here,” Logan said, sounding relaxed and not at all fazed about the lack of electricity.
“Good thing they postponed,” Elijah chimed in.
Sam stared at them, feeling a mixture of anxiety and panic churning inside her. She did not want to spend days without electricity again. That had been brutal the last time. Sure, they had the firewood so they wouldn’t get too cold, but that would only go so far.
“Sam, it’s all right.”
Her gaze shot to Logan’s.
“The power’ll be back soon, I’m sure.”
He had no way of knowing that, but she didn’t care to argue with him. It wasn’t going to help the situation.
