Page 326 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

TWENTY

Two months later …

John laughed as the men crowded him into a hotel room. His father followed in behind his uncles, cousin, and grandfather with baby Tiffany on his hip.

“Come on,” John said, “I am sure I can fucking dress myself, now.”

“We have to make sure you don’t run,” Giovanni joked.

“And we have to have at least one drink before you head down,” Andino added.

He gave his cousin a look. “I’m not drinking.”

Dante gave John a light slap to his cheek as he passed. “One drink will not hurt you—we’ll make it a beer.”

Fine.

A beer he could do.

“Here,” Andino said, throwing the garment bag at John.

“Christ, that’s a four-thousand dollar Armani suit. Be easy, Andi.”

Andino pointed a finger at his cousin. “Get your ass dressed.”

Lucian gestured at the attached bathroom. “Get ready in there. We’ll be waiting when you’re done.”

The rest of them were already done up, and waiting on him. Frankly, they had kept him running and on his feet from the moment he woke up to a splash of cold water being dumped on his face that morning.

Fucking Andino.

“I hope you all did this to Andi on his wedding day, too,” John threw over his shoulder.

“Nope,” someone called back.

“Assholes.”

He shut their laughter out by closing the bathroom door. Finally, he had some kind of silence for the first time all day.

John stood there and soaked it in.

Soon, nothing would be quiet.

A room full of guests.

A dinner.

A party after.

It was a lot of stimulation, and probably the only thing about this whole day that had really concerned John. Still, anticipation curled heavily in his gut, mixing with the lingering longing that hadn’t left him since he knew he loved Siena.

He was getting married to the love of his life today.

Nothing else mattered.

“All right, I’m fucking dressed,” John said as he left the bathroom.

Surprisingly, only his father and Andino were left in the room. Well, and little baby Tiffany sleeping over her grandfather’s shoulder.