“Hell no. The man knows where I am. He knows who I am. And he knows with almost certainty who I am to him. I’m not chasing his ass around the globe. When he’s good and ready, he’ll come to me.” She grinned wider. “Meanwhile, I’ll sow my wild oats.”
Logan cringed at the idea of his sister sowing any oats at all. “Please. Can we not have this discussion?” He shuddered.
Sawyer laughed. “Cooper is stubborn.”
Logan slapped his shoulder. “Only slightly more than you. Or me for that matter.”
“True.”
“Well, tell him not to come until I can have the condo all to myself. I’m the last sibling left standing, so no one will be around to kick me out when I need it.” She lifted the box sitting on the couch and headed for the door.
“Lord, Logan, what kind of gentleman are you? You gonna stand there and let your sister do all the heavy work while you watch?” Sawyer joked as he rounded the couch and took the box from Sharon.
“I’m not an asshole,” Logan grumbled. Sawyer was making him look bad. “I just didn’t know she was ready.” He grabbed another box from the black leather couch and followed his sister out the door to toss it in their dad’s truck. He supposed she borrowed it to make the move.
“Where is Amanda? I was hoping I could meet her.”
“She’s probably still at her apartment. We were giving her time to pull herself together.” Logan cringed at the number of hours they’d spent without her now. Like three, but he was already shaking like a drug addict needing a fix.
“Her time is almost up,” Sawyer grumbled. “It’s one thing not to finish the claiming. It’s another thing entirely not to be in the same room as her.”
Sharon patted them both on the back as she went back into the condo for another box. “I’m not looking forward to that feeling. But then again, I guess it won’t be the same for me. Cooper’s a shifter. I’m a shifter. We know the drill. I give us about two minutes of small talk, and then we can consummate the deal and get to know each other afterward.” She giggled as she stepped back into the condo.
Logan wanted to throttle her. “You aren’t making us feel better.”
“Sorry.”
Two more trips and her stuff was all in the truck.
“’K, I’m leaving. Go get your woman. And take it easy on her. She’s got to be freaking the fuck out.”
“We will.” Logan stuck his hands in his jeans pockets to pull the denim away from his cock at least far enough to alleviate the constant pressure.
As soon as she was gone, Logan followed Sawyer into the condo and gave him the quick guy tour.
“Got it. Master bedroom there. Master bath inside it.” Sawyer pointed down the hall. “That’s all I need to know. And probably that information isn’t really necessary for a few days because we’ll never make it that far,” he joked.
“Don’t bet on it.” Logan grabbed one of Sawyer’s two bags and headed for the bedroom. They’d gone by Sawyer’s place first and packed enough things to get by for a few weeks.
What they needed now was to get Amanda to come home with them and start building a relationship.
“Shower,” Sawyer said, heading directly for the bathroom.
Logan chuckled as he shut the door on that one-word declaration. He dropped Sawyer’s bag on the floor and made good use of his time by changing the sheets on his king-size bed and tidying up his space. He wasn’t particularly messy for a guy, but he could at least put shoes in the closet and clothes in the hamper before Amanda got there.
When Sawyer came out of the bathroom in a towel and headed for his bags, Logan took his place in the bathroom.
He stood under the spray of water a bit longer than normal, his hands shaking with the inability to cooperate. His cock was permanently hard, and he didn’t want to masturbate with Sawyer standing right outside the door. So he tried to ignore the pressure.
Ten minutes later, he was dressed and heading back to the living room to find Sawyer. His jeans were too tight, but it couldn’t be helped. Until they claimed Amanda, he was doomed to adjust himself several times an hour.
“We going to get her?” Sawyer asked, lifting himself off the couch.
“Yeah, but I think we need to call your sister Melinda first.”
Sawyer glanced at him funny. “Why would we do that?”
“To give her the head’s up on the spirit we saw last night?” Logan lifted his brows.
Sawyer rolled his eyes. “Right. That. Can’t it just go away? I’m in no mood for weird black smoky visions today.”