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Forevermore (Club Destiny #12)(3)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Logan certainly knew how to plan a vacation, even if Elijah knew Logan wasn’t here solely for vacation. The man had an ulterior motive, which was par for the course for the McCoy brothers. Elijah had long ago gotten used to the way that Logan and Luke managed to finagle time for work regardless of the event. If Elijah was right, this particular vacation was going to be expensed out. At least partially, anyway.

“What’re you thinking about?”

Elijah glanced over his shoulder to see Sam approaching. She looked downright edible in her oversized black sweater, patterned leggings, and her favorite Ugg boots. She’d clearly come with the intention of getting cozy, and Elijah was grateful for that. He was looking forward to some downtime with her.

She stepped up behind him, pressed a kiss to his shoulder, and then stared out the window beside him.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, her voice reflecting the same awe he felt.

Elijah put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to his side. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “It certainly is.”

“We needed this, you know?”

He did know. There never seemed to be enough time in the day to really slow down. Between work and their busy social calendar, there wasn’t a lot of relaxation. In the beginning, Elijah had kept himself somewhat separated from Sam and Logan’s extended family, but over time his attempts became futile. The McCoy clan had welcomed him with open arms, making him feel as though he’d always been meant to be with them. And then there was Devotion, the club where they spent a good majority of their time, mingling with friends, indulging in one another.

The thought made him smile.

He had to admit, he’d never been happier in his life. And that was saying something, considering, at one point, he’d thought happiness was not something he would be blessed with again. Not the case. Sam had made sure of it.

“So what’s on the agenda?” Sam asked, turning so that she was in front of him.

“I can think of a few things.”

“I just heard the weather’s supposed to be getting bad,” Logan said as he strolled into the room, his phone in his hand, eyes glued to the screen. “Really bad.”

“If we’re lucky, we won’t lose power,” Sam told him, her gaze still fixed on the outdoors. “And I know we can think of a dozen ways to keep ourselves occupied indoors.”

Elijah looked at Logan’s reflection in the glass, knew he was thinking about whatever meeting he was supposed to attend while he was here. He hadn’t said as much, but Elijah had learned to read Logan as easily as he could read Sam.

After pressing one more kiss to Sam’s head, Elijah released her and turned from the window. “Who’re you supposed to meet while we’re here?”

Logan’s eyes flew to his face and he frowned.

“There’s no sense denying it,” Sam added. “We’re not dumb. We know you’ve got business while you’re here. It’s what you do.”

Logan sighed. “It’s not until Friday afternoon.”

“Then I suggest we make the most of the days before then,” Elijah told him, “and worry about Friday when it gets here.”

“I like the way you think. How about lunch?”

Elijah peered down at Sam, smiled. “Are you offering to cook?”

She teasingly smacked his arm. “I’m a great cook.”

“I wouldn’t go so far as to say great,” Logan joked, losing that frustrated look.

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 is so much 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 of soup 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.

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