Page 72 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“You’re not … short. I mean, not for a woman. You’re average.”

Siena’s mouth popped open, and then she took that bowl and smacked him in the arm with it. “Don’t you call me average!”

John laughed, and rubbed his arm at the same time. Shit, that hurt. Her glare was also funny which only made him laugh harder. It felt strange and good. He couldn’t remember a time when he had a morning like this. If he ever had one …

Siena pouted. “Don’t laugh at me, too! That’s doubly insulting, John.”

Her downcast gaze was the only thing to sober him up. Instantly, he was reaching out to grab hold of Siena, and drag her to him. She softened against his chest, and tipped her head back to stare up at him. Those pretty pink lips of hers kissed the underside of his unshaved jaw.

“You’re not an average woman,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head. “You’re beautiful and amazing, and you come in a slightly smaller package when it comes to height.”

Her palm tapped against his chest jokingly.

“You’re forgiven.”

“Good.” He dropped another kiss to her head. “Now, someone owes me breakfast. So, get on that, would you?”

John let Siena go, and smacked her ass as she passed him by. The cute little glare she shot over her shoulder at him only earned her a wink in response.

While Siena busied herself at the counter, John eyed the cupboard over the fridge. Nothing looked out of place on top of the fridge to say she had looked up there for anything. All his medications were kept safe, it seemed.

At least, for now.

If the two of them continued with whatever this was, John was going to have to bring up the topic of his disorder, and what it all meant. For him, and for her. It was the right thing to do, but the idea also left him with a heavy weight in his gut.

For more reasons than he cared to admit.

Would she bolt?

Would she look at him differently?

“Hey,” Siena said from the island.

John glanced her way as her voice dragged him from his black mind. “What, bella?”

“Do you have honey?”

“For what?”

“It’s better than plain old corn syrup. You don’t have real maple syrup.”

“Aunt Jemima isn’t maple syrup?” John asked.

Siena arched a brow. “Are you serious?”

“It says maple on the bottle.”

“It says flavored. It’s corn syrup with flavoring added.”

Huh.

“I have honey.”

She gave him a look. “Real honey?”

“Yes, real honey.”

Siena winked. “Good.”