Conviction (Club Destiny 1)

He’d been surprised by Sam’s immediate reaction to the information she’d asked for. At first he thought she had been pleased with the idea, she hadn’t gotten defensive or tried to shoot down the idea. It wasn’t until he mentioned the position would offer her a permanent relocation to Dallas that she seemed to have panicked.

Did she not want to move here permanently? Did she not want to take the opportunity? Would she have preferred if he had been the one to leave the company?

So many questions swam through his head, leaving him feeling sick to his stomach. Being the problem solver that he was, Logan didn’t know what he could do to make this situation any easier. For either of them. The only thing he did know was that he wasn’t willing to let her go without a fight.

He hadn’t told her about Xavier’s revelation that if she didn’t take this new opportunity, she would be heading back to San Antonio to her old job.

In his mind, that wasn’t even an option. Leaving XTX wasn’t in his cards, so keeping her there was his only way of making this work. But, he was willing to compromise.

Whatever it took, Logan wanted Sam in his life. He wanted her in his bed every night, for as long as they lived. He’d even considered proposing, but he didn’t want to move too fast, and he didn’t want to scare her off. They’d come to terms with their true feelings for each other just that morning.

Flipping the eggs so the other side cooked, Logan tapped the spatula on the counter. It wasn’t often that he was in a predicament he couldn’t dig himself out of on his own. But with Sam, he didn’t have a clue what he could do to make this work.

Adding the vegetables and meat to the egg mixture, Logan finished making breakfast, but by the time he was finished, he definitely wasn’t hungry. He wouldn’t let the food go to waste, so he grabbed a container from the cabinet, dumped the food into it and shoved it in the refrigerator.

Grabbing his laptop from the counter, Logan took a seat on the couch in the living room, propped his feet up on the coffee table and checked his emails. On any normal Saturday, he’d be making plans that didn’t have anything to do with work; unless he had something pressing he needed to take care of. Today, he didn’t have either.

Until Sam returned, Logan was at an impasse.

Just when he was about to close the laptop, his IM popped up.

[McDermott, Alex – 11:23am] What’s up? You talk to Sam?

[McCoy, Logan – 11:23am] Yes and no.

[McDermott, Alex – 11:24am] What the hell does that mean?

Logan stared blankly at the screen. He didn’t want to have this conversation with Alex right now. He couldn’t give the man an answer, because he didn’t know what Sam’s thoughts were.

[McCoy, Logan – 11:25am] It means I don’t fucking know.

[McDermott, Alex – 11:25am] Alright, alright. No need to get testy.

[McCoy, Logan – 11:25am] Fuck you, McDermott.

[McDermott, Alex – 11:25am] I know all about your kink, McCoy. I’m not interested.

Damn the bastard. Logan was in no mood for this shit. Especially not on company property.

He knew Alex was just yanking his chain, but the thought of his personal life being aired on company property, was enough to set him off. And yes, Alex was one of the very few people who knew some of the darker sides of Logan’s preferences, but Logan trusted the man implicitly.

[McDermott, Alex – 11:26am] Just screwing with you, man. I’ll let you be, just let me know when you know something.

Logan didn’t bother answering; he shut his laptop, tossing it onto the cushion beside him. Glancing at the clock on the cable box, Logan noticed that Sam had been gone for about thirty minutes. He wondered how long she would stay gone. Even in early September, it was damn hot outside in the middle of the day.

Getting to his feet, Logan paced the floor. He had no fucking clue where to go from there. Shit. Fuck. Damn.

Chapter Twenty Seven

Sam returned to the house an hour later, looking a little worse for wear. Logan was once again pacing the floor, but once she came in the door, he stopped midstride. Watching her as she approached, he tried to gauge her reaction. Once she realized they had company, he noted the change in her demeanor.

Logan partly regretted inviting Luke over, but at the time, he had needed someone to talk to and his brother was usually the first person he went to. They’d been standing in the kitchen for the last half hour, while Logan laid out the issue, and Luke offered little to no help in the matter.

“Hey.” Logan finally said, breaking the silence in the large room.

Sam’s gaze darted back to him, then to Luke once more. “Hey.”