“I’m good,” he said. “It’ll only be a couple of days, tops.”
Cole nodded. “I’ll get you a flight for tomorrow morning.”
“First class,” he reminded him.
He received a smile before Cole disappeared back into the house.
“It’ll be fine,” Luke assured Sierra.
“It better be.”
He laughed, couldn’t help it. Leave it to Sierra to hold him accountable for her best friend’s happiness and his brother’s idiocy.
***
Elijah came home on Thursday evening tofind Sam curled up in Logan’s recliner. She wasn’t asleep, nor was she watching TV. She was simply staring at the bookshelf where all the framed pictures sat, proudly reflecting on a much happier time.
He offered to make her dinner, but she turned him down the same way she had every other day that week. He hated seeing her so distraught, which was why he had decided tonight he would tell her his thoughts on what Logan was doing. Although he knew it wouldn’t help her forgive Logan for running away, he hoped she might have a bit of sympathy for the situation.
Then again, it could also come back to bite him in the ass. Revealing the fact that he and Logan had been intimate on more than one occasion—and they’d both kept it from her—was a risk. One he was willing to take if he could ease her mind a little bit.
Elijah shored up his nerve by going to the liquor cabinet and retrieving a bottle of single malt scotch. He poured two rocks glasses, then delivered one to Sam before taking a seat on the sofa.
“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said, not realizing how horrible that sounded until he saw Sam’s eyes widen with shock.
“It’s not about Logan,” he hurried to clarify. “Well, not anything about his trip.”
She relaxed somewhat, taking a sip and not speaking.
That was another thing he’d gotten used to this week. Sam had been quiet, as though she was mourning the loss of something vital. He understood her reasons, which was why he hadn’t pushed for her to open up to him.
He took a drink, set his glass aside, and shifted to the edge of the cushion. Planting his elbows on his knees and clasping his hands together, he met Sam’s stare.
“Not too long before Logan left, something happened between him and me.”
Sam shifted, sitting up in the chair and lowering the footrest, her full attention on him.
“Last Friday, before you got home”—Elijah cleared his throat—“Logan and I … had sex.”
She inhaled sharply as though he’d slapped her. “Sex?”
“Yes. You were out with McKenna and Ashleigh.”
Her tone was hard when she ground out, “I remember.”
He took a deep breath and kept his eyes pinned on her face. “Neither of us meant for it to happen, but it did. One thing led to another and … well…”
“You had sex,” she repeated.
Elijah nodded.
“In our bed.”
He nodded again.
“And neither of you mentioned it.”
That was what he felt bad about, and he suspected that was what was eating at Logan.
