Free Zurlo, Michele - Two Masters for Samantha [Awakenings 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Michele Zurlo

them plan all of her trips.
    When Samantha expressed a desire to travel like that, Melinda arranged a meeting between Samantha and her friend. Elizabeth Keyes and Samantha hit it off. The next thing Samantha knew, she had a job that required her to travel to different places to evaluate whether they were of a high enough quality to be included in one of the Keyes Destinations travel packages.
    Today she was headed to Alaska . If she was lucky, she wouldn’t miss her
ten fifty-five
flight. It was a long, long way to travel for a three night stay.
    She slung her bag over her shoulder and rushed from the hotel. The blackened double doors swung open and swished closed behind her. Shoving her ticket and ten dollars at the nearest valet, she smiled sweetly. “I’m in a hurry.”
    He scurried off, seemingly unimpressed with her bribe.
    “I thought you would already be gone.”
    Samantha whirled to face the amused voice.
    Jonas smiled. His hands were thrust into the pockets of his jeans and he wore a rust-colored T-shirt with a blue, circular emblem on it. The writing was so worn she couldn’t make out what it might have once said.
    He looked happy, which was saying a lot. After having gone through so much shit with his ex-wife, her big brother had pretty much given up on love. Samantha had become so used to seeing shadows of unhappiness behind his eyes that she forgot what he looked like without them.
      Slept late,” she said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She met his eyes and grinned. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
    The sparkle in his eyes brightened. “Thanks, though it might put a damper on our honeymoon. Sabrina’s inside right now puking her guts out.”
    Samantha shook her head. “You look entirely too happy about that. Why aren’t you in there with her?”
    He laughed and rocked on his heels. “The last time I tried, she cried and kicked me out. This way, she can maintain her dignity.”
    Dropping her bags to the ground, she held out her arms. Jonas stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her. Because he was the same height, her head didn’t come to rest on his shoulder. She pressed her cheek to his.
    “You deserve this, Joan.” Slipping in the nickname he hated was dangerous when she was this close to him. He squeezed her harder. He might be approaching thirty-seven, but his solid musculature hadn’t diminished.
    She remembered when he started working out in high school, hoping to bulk up his lanky build. It hadn’t happened. Because she was seven years younger and she had worshipped the ground he walked on, she had tried her best to help. She started out spotting him and ended up with the ability to bench-press the same amount.
    Jonas hadn’t said a word, though she knew it had been a blow to his ego.
    She couldn’t lift a hundred pounds repeatedly anymore, having traded in the time spent weight lifting for art and dance lessons. Even then, Jonas had been a good big brother. Dancing hadn’t come easy to her and Jonas had taken the time to help her practice in the basement. Both of them had come out of the experience with some good skills.
    Jonas was also one of the few people who knew how badly she wanted to pursue art full time.
    He released her and stepped back. “Where are you off to?”
    “ Alaska .” She smiled. “I’m going to see big whales and fly in tiny planes.”
    “Sounds like fun.” He inclined his head. “I bet you’ll see some good sunrises. Maybe catch the Northern Lights?”
    That had been high on her wish list. She nodded. “Maybe.”
    He gestured toward the baggage at her feet. “I hope your cameras aren’t in there.”
    “No,” she said. There was no way she would have dropped them like that. “I have to run home and grab my stuff.”
    “Sam!”
    Sabrina’s voice seemed a little weak. Turning, Samantha saw she was right. Dark circles ringed Sabrina’s eyes. She had done her best to hide them under a layer of makeup, but she hadn’t