Amanda's Wolves(49)

He shuddered as he sat in his car and stared at Logan’s condo where he’d watched all three people enter over an hour ago.

He couldn’t bring himself to start the engine and move.

When his cell phone rang next to him, he jumped in his seat and then exhaled when he saw it was his mother. He picked it up and answered. “Mom.”

“Where are you?”

“I had a few errands to run.”

“Well, you need to come home. Pastor Edmund is here waiting to speak to you.”

Caleb nearly groaned. Great. Just what he needed. The reason he was sitting in his car for so long was to avoid Pastor Edmund altogether. He still had no idea what to say. Lying wasn’t something he had ever done. But ruining other people’s lives was something he didn’t intend to repeat. Even if they were in weird polygamist relationships.

“I’ll be there soon, Mom.”

“Okay. I’ll serve tea and make sandwiches for the reverend.”

Of course she would. Caleb smiled at the image. His mother was the consummate hostess. Too bad she was also a bigot and a racist.





Chapter Fifteen


When Logan pulled out chocolate chip cookies and set them on the island, Amanda salivated. “You bake?”

“No.” Logan shook his head. “But my sister Sharon does. She lived here with me until about two minutes ago.”

“You kicked her out?” Amanda snagged a cookie and moaned around the perfect bite. She had to give these two men credit for making small talk and helping calm her nerves with food.

“It was necessary.” Logan chuckled. “Besides, my family is used to being kicked out of this condo. When the three of us move out, it will be all hers. No one left to kick out.”

As soon as they were all finished and Logan had everything put away, she straightened her spine. It wasn’t as if she’d been able to ignore her body’s reaction to either of them during lunch, but the finality of shutting the fridge when the last of the condiments and lunch meat was put away made her refocus on what was going to happen next.

“Let’s tour the rest of the condo,” Logan said, clapping his hands together.

Sure. It took a lot of energy to avoid rolling her eyes at how absurd that sounded. Other than noticing the huge black leather couch and glass-topped coffee table behind her in the living room, she hadn’t paid any attention to the condo.

It was tidy, probably because Sharon knew she was coming. It was roomy. The natural light that came in from both the front and the back made it feel more spacious. But none of that mattered. Her focus was on the two tall men with rock-hard muscles and narrowed eyes.

As they rounded the island, she swiveled in their direction on the bar stool and jumped down. Both men wore jeans that fit them to perfection. And the bulge they each sported front and center made her swallow through serious nerves.

“Relax. No rush here. We move at your pace.” Sawyer reached out a hand, not approaching her, but letting her come to him.

She stepped forward and set her palm in his. Instantly, she was both soothed and more aroused. Just touching either of them made her heart race.

As she followed them down the hall, Sawyer still holding her hand at his lower back, Logan pointed out the rooms. “Office. Hall bath. Sharon’s room…” Finally he pushed through a door and led them into the last room. “Master bedroom.”

Amanda glanced around as Sawyer moved to her side, not releasing her fingers. The furniture included several matching pieces of expensive hardwood that had been painted black and then sanded to appear rustic or older. She loved it. The bed was king-size and covered with a maroon duvet, matching maroon sheets peeking out at the corners.

Logan surprised her by pulling his shirt over his head with one hand and tossing it into a corner. He kicked off his shoes next and sauntered toward her while she watched every muscle in his chest and arms move. His body was amazing, and she reached out a hand as he approached and set her palm in the middle of his chest.

When Sawyer released her other hand to ease behind her, she set her second palm on Logan’s chest. His heat soaked into her, seeming to run up her arms and into her torso. Either he ran warm, or this weird fated arrangement included calming her with just a touch.

Every time they touched her, she relaxed into them.

In fact, she leaned forward and set her forehead against his chest to increase the connection. She breathed in his clean outdoorsy scent.

Logan wrapped one large hand behind her head at the base of her skull and set the other on her hip.

Sawyer grasped her other hip and wormed his free hand around her belly.

She should have felt claustrophobic, but instead she wanted them to close the gap and literally sandwich her between them.