Page 55 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

Of course.

Her father went right back to his conversation with his sons, and she was already forgotten. Shame, really.

Despite how festive their home was, how beautiful their family looked, they were really so far apart at the end of the day. People who spent a great deal of time together, but barely liked each other at all.

Even at Christmas time.

It was a lonely way to be.

A lonesome life to live.

Maybe that was why she had gotten so strangely attached to the infamous Johnathan Marcello without barely any effort at all. She had been lonely, and he was easy. Or … close enough to latch onto.

Two months later, and he still seeped into her thoughts like a fucking weed that kept on growing. And why? Because of nothing at all.

She didn’t have any other reason, after all. Her stubbornness reared its head again, and she gave in to the instinct as it kicked her in the heart. She was going to hold true to the three strikes, and Johnathan was out of her life thing.

Even if a big part of her still wondered … what if?

What could that have been?

Siena was never going to find out now.

“Give me some time. This will be good for us; we need this.” Matteo laughed, not even giving his sons a chance to reply. “For tonight, though, we enjoy ourselves. Merry Christmas, boys.”

Siena was already heading out of the kitchen while their laughter echoed behind her. Soon, the house would be full of that sound, and clinking wine glasses, and Christmas music.

The place would still be as cold as hell in the morning.

It always was.