Somewhere on the Mediterranean coast…
Salem, Callum called out, stepping into the house. “Salem?” he yelled again, louder this time.
Elijah’s eyes snapped open, and Salem draped naked across him.
“Salem,” he murmured, shaking her gently. “Get up. Callum’s looking for you.”
“No, let me sleep,” she rolled away. Elijah propped her upright.
“He’ll kill me. Hell, your dad will kill me first, and Callum will finish the job.”
She leaned in and kissed him. His body tensed, then relaxed. “God, I want you right now…”
Callum’s voice grew closer. “Go hide in the bathroom, now,” Elijah urged, pushing her off.
Callum walked in. “Elijah, s**t, didn’t know you were back.”
“Yeah, got in last night,” Elijah lied smoothly. “Let me make some coffee. You can tell me how you ended up here.” He ushered
