Chapter Three
Friday, December 17, 2021
Logan woke up early on Friday morning, feeling relaxed from a full day of doing nothing. They’d spent the rest of Wednesday and all day Thursday lounging around, watching movies, eating popcorn, and chilling. The weather hadn’t gotten as bad as they’d thought it would, and aside from a couple of blinks, they hadn’t lost power, which had kept Sam in a good mood.
It had been nice just to relax and enjoy some time off.
Enough so, Logan had stopped fretting over the business meeting that was scheduled for later today. That was, until last night when he’d gone to bed alone since it was Elijah’s night with Sam. Without her there to keep him company, he’d had no choice but to let his mind wander, and whenever that happened, it tended to gravitate toward work.
After an hour of tossing and turning, unable to go back to sleep, Logan decided it was time to get up. He could have some coffee and spend a couple of hours going over the proposal Luke expected him to give to a new set of investors.
He pulled on a pair of pajama pants and a long-sleeve T-shirt, then headed downstairs.
“I didn’t think you’d be up this early.”
Lost in his own thoughts, Logan jolted, his gaze slamming into Elijah, who was sitting at the small dining room table with a cup of coffee in his hand.
“I didn’t thinkyou’dbe up this early,” Logan countered.
Elijah smiled. “I’m still on Dallas time.”
Logan understood that. If they went by the clock, they should’ve still been asleep, thanks to the one-hour time difference.
“Coffee’s fresh,” Elijah said, nodding toward the kitchen.
“Thanks.” Logan caught a glimpse of Elijah’s iPad screen. “What’re you looking at?”
Elijah sighed, setting the tablet down and picking up his mug. “I think Sam’s angling to have us in one room.”
Logan poured his coffee, his eyes sliding over to Elijah. “She mentioned it to you, too?”
“In her roundabout way, yes.” Elijah laughed.
That was Sam for you. When she wanted something, she rarely came out and asked. Instead, she manipulated and seduced until she got what she wanted. It was one of the things Logan adored about her. There was nothing simple about his wife.
Logan carried his coffee mug to the table, eased into a chair. “What’re your thoughts on that?”
Elijah’s dark eyes met his, holding steady. “I’ll give her anything she wants, Logan. You know that.”
“Even if it means sharing a bed with me every night?”
They’d never actually talked about what would happen if and when their relationship ever progressed to this point. They had separate bedrooms, and they shared Sam equally for the most part, although Logan was fairly certain Elijah gave up time with her because he didn’t want to take from Logan. In the beginning, they’d given Elijah a wide berth because he had preferred more time alone. However, the past few years had changed him, and Logan had noticed that Elijah and Sam had grown rather close.
Elijah smirked. “I love her enough to deal with your snoring, too.”
Logan laughed.
It was true, their relationship was unconventional. They both loved Sam, and they both lusted for her. Logan had a penchant for watching Sam be pleasured by Elijah, and he wouldn’t apologize for it. There was nothing between him and Elijah, though. Well, nothing beyond the natural progression of a relationship such as theirs. They were close. They talked about work and personal things, did things together. All in all, Logan enjoyed Elijah’s company immensely.
As far as an attraction to Elijah went, Logan wasn’t sure he could explain what it was he felt. Not because he didn’t want to, but more so because he didn’t understand it himself. Over the years, he’d found he was attracted to Elijah, but he didn’t think it was a sexual attraction. Simply put, Logan was comfortable around Elijah, more so than he’d ever imagined he would be. But regardless of what he did or didn’t feel, he would never take that for granted.
Logan nodded toward the iPad. “So you were looking for a bed?”
“I figured if it would work, we’d need something bigger than a king.”
They would. Logan’s twin brother had a bed that’d been made for three, which offered more room than a standard king-size did. Considering Logan was six-five, the more space, the better.
“Are you thinking a Christmas present?” Logan asked.
