Sitting up beside her on the bed, Victor didn't correct the man's misconception; he
merely turned a raised eyebrow her way.
"Soft," she said decisively and stood to move to the bed Harper was now lying on. Elvi
sat on the side opposite him, swung her feet up and lay down.
"This is better than the last one," she announced, then added, "I'm not sure though. I
might want something softer."
"Let me see." Victor patted her leg to urge her over.
Elvi shifted closer to the center of the bed, making room for him. She watched him lie
down, and then turned to peer up at the ceiling overhead; contemplating if this was as
comfortable as the bed she'd given up five years ago. In her memories, it had been like
lying on a cloud.
"It might be too firm," Victor said.
"We do have softer beds," the manager announced. "The ones you've been trying are
at the firmer end of the scale."
"Show us." Elvi skated to the end of the bed on her bottom to get up. She was
extremely grateful that she'd thrown on jeans this morning. One of her ridiculous
gowns would have been impossible to maneuver in.
"Here we are," the manager announced, leading them to a bed set off by itself. "This is
the best bed we sell. There's no turning necessary and it has a twenty‐year warranty."
Elvi climbed on and settled on her back almost in the middle of the bed.
"Oh," she sighed as the bed embraced her. "This is lovely."
Victor and Harper immediately moved up on either side to try it as well, but this time
Alessandro also got in, crawling up the middle to squeeze himself between her and
Harper.
"'Oh yes," Harper murmured.
"Si," Alessandro sighed. "This is nice. I will get one too. Do you ship to Toronto?"
"Yes, we do," the manager said cheerfully, then cautioned. "However, you should
really try it in whatever position you normally sleep in. If you prefer to sleep on your
side, for instance, it's good to try it that way. How do you normally sleep?"
Elvi grimaced. "I used to sleep on my right side in a bed, but for the last five years I've
been stuck in the coff—"
"Everyone roll to your right," Victor barked, cutting her off before she could mention
her casket, and she recalled that they weren't in Port Henry where everyone knew
what she was. The man would think she was nuts if she started yipping about coffins
and vampires.
Grimacing, Elvi rolled to her right even as the men did, and settled down on the bed
with her arm under her head in place of a pillow, her eyes on the back of Alessandro's
head.
"You know, this reminds me of a movie I once saw."
Edward murmured, peering down at them thoughtfully. He stood on one side of the
bed, the manager on the other.
"What movie is that?" Elvi asked curiously.
"I can't recall the title, but it was x‐rated."
Elvi blinked, and then flushed as she realized that she was rolling around in a bed with
three men. Brilliant. Flushing, she sat up and scooted off the bed.
"She'll take this one," Victor said as he too got to his feet. He cast a scowl Edward's
way once upright.
"Yes, I will." Elvi began to dig in her purse for her wallet.
"Wonderful!" The manager turned to lead the way toward the service counter where a
lone woman sat waiting impatiently for them to either buy something or leave.
"Will you be taking it with you or do you need it delivered?" He asked, grabbing an
invoice off the counter and beginning to write on it.
"Delivered," Elvi said at once and handed over her credit card. There was no way they
were transporting it with Alessandro's little car. Unfortunately, she'd have to sleep in
the coffin one more night.
"I'll need your address."
Elvi rattled off her address, her gaze slipping over her shoulder and back toward the
bed. It was a beautiful bed and so comfortable… She couldn't wait to sleep in it.
"Port Henry?" the manager murmured as he handed back her credit card. "Let's see.
We deliver there on Wednesdays. How's this Wednesday?"
Elvi's head whipped back with horror.
"Wednesday?" she squawked. It was a ridiculously expensive bed and for the price she
was paying, Elvi had hoped to at least be able to get it the next day. She feared her
voice was desperately whiney as she asked, "Can't they deliver it tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow is Sunday," he pointed out, and then added with a frown, "we don't deliver
on Sunday. And we only deliver to Port Henry on Wednesdays."
Elvi stared at him nonplussed. She couldn't believe she was going to have to wait until
Wednesday to sleep in a bed. She couldn't wait until Wednesday. She'd spent five