Sam stood taller, back straight. “That’s not what you said when I made chicken piccata,” she countered.
“If I recall, you gave me a blow job shortly after dinner,” Logan noted, moving toward her.
Elijah chuckled. She had given him a blow job while Elijah had volunteered for dish duty. He certainly hadn’t minded watching the show while he worked.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Sam’s forehead creased as though she’d just understood. “Wait. Are you saying you praised my cooking so I would suck your dick?”
Logan laughed, a booming sound that was contagious, making Elijah laugh, too.
“Y’all suck,” Sam pouted, stomping toward the kitchen.
Before she could get too far, Logan grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up off the ground. “I’m kidding. Your cooking is … divine?”
Sam elbowed him, and Elijah laughed at them both. This was part of the appeal of their relationship. The fact that they enjoyed one another’s company enough that they could joke about something as mundane as cooking made it so easy to be with them.
“Why don’t I cook?” Elijah volunteered. “Then we’ll take turns from here on out.”
Logan put Sam back on her feet, and they both grinned wide.
It was Elijah’s turn to frown. “Wait. You two did this on purpose.”
Sam giggled and strolled his way, throwing her arms around his neck. “Your cooking issomuch better than mine.”
“You manipulated me?”
She planted a kiss on his cheek. “Never.”
“You little minx,” he mumbled, holding her against him. “You’ll pay for that later.”
Sam’s voice was but a whisper in his ear when she said, “I’m looking forward to it.”
***
Their late lunch/early dinner consisted ofsoup and sandwiches, something Sam could’ve easily prepared if they hadn’t given her crap about her cooking skills. Not that she was denying she wasn’t as brilliant in the kitchen as Elijah, but she could hold her own. Especially with tomato soup and grilled cheese.
However, she hadn’t pitched a fit, enjoying the meal in the dining area while the three of them admired the view out the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the mountain they were perched upon. This was the very reason she had agreed to come. The view was breathtaking and certainly not something she could see back home. Big, fluffy snowflakes floated down from the sky, layering the ground in white. It was serene, and she looked forward to cozying up with hot cocoa, a warm fire, and a good book at some point.
After lunch, Sam had left both men to take care of the dishes while she went to unpack her things.
Because there were enough rooms for everyone, Sam had commandeered one of her own, selecting one with a large vanity in the bathroom where she could put her stuff. She wouldn’t sleep in a room by herself, but it would give her a space all her own where she could take naps, read, or just daydream. This was vacation, after all, and she fully intended to leave here relaxed and in good spirits.
No sooner did that thought flutter through her brain than the power blinked.
Frowning, Sam wandered out of the room to the second-floor landing that overlooked the main living area. From there she could see out the enormous windows that ran the length of the back of the cabin. Beyond, she could see thick, dark clouds looming overhead. Definitely a storm coming.
On the main floor, she heard Logan and Elijah talking, their voices hushed, something they did from time to time when they pulled that alpha male stunt of trying to protect the little lady.
“What’s going on?” she insisted, her voice carrying as she started down the stairs. “Why are y’all whispering?”
“We’re not whispering, love,” Elijah answered, his tone placating.
Sam glared at him when she reached the first floor. “Don’t do that, Eli. Tell me what’s going on.”
“It’s just the storm,” Logan assured her, his eyes on his phone. “This is the front side of it.”
Sam glanced out the windows again, and for the first time since they’d arrived, she thought about what it would mean if they lost electricity while they were here.
“Is there a backup generator?” she wondered aloud.
