Page 82 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“Not sure I always make sense,” John admitted after a moment.

Siena thought differently.

“Everything makes sense when you look at all the details.”

John nodded. “Maybe you’re right.”

There was no maybe.

On that, Siena knew she was right.

All too soon, John was pulling the Mercedes over along the side of the road. An unfamiliar dealership awaited her—luckily, she had been able to pull up the address of the place from her emails.

“This the place?” he asked.

“Yeah, this is the place.”

John gave her a crooked grin. “Give them my apologies for making you late, and you know, whatever else.”

“Not really worried about it, John.”

He gave her no warning before he leaned over in the seat, and kissed her. A hard, bruising kiss that took her breath away, and had her heart racing out of control. Every stroke of his lips against hers, and his tongue darting into her mouth to dance with hers, felt more and more familiar.

His hand cupped her cheek, and his thumb stroked her skin.

Siena smiled as John pulled away. “You still haven’t even asked for my number.”

“I do know where you live, Siena.”

“Still …”

John smiled widely, showing off white teeth and sex appeal in a blink. “Give me your damn phone, bella.”

Siena’s week crawled by at the usual slow pace she had become accustomed to. One day was spent dealing with her father, and the next, Darren. She jumped between businesses from day to day finishing up last minute details before the taxes would have to be filed for each and every one.

It was mid-January, after all. The deadline for filing was looming. Technically, it was her busiest time of year. Most of the work was left up to her.

Normally, Siena didn’t mind because it wasn’t like she had much of a life to begin with. Except when she was supposed to be focusing on cooking the books and making numbers work, her mind was on something else entirely.

Or rather … someone else.

John.

Sitting in the office of her oldest brother’s favorite restaurant, Siena’s gaze drifted between the three-inch high pile of documents she had just finished printing out, and the business accounts she had pulled up on the screen. While she electronically filed everything, she kept a physical backup just in case.

She still had things left to do.

Shit to go over.

Her finger hovered on the mousepad of the laptop. On the screen, the cursor rested on top of the web browser. She didn’t use the work computers for personal business. Not that she couldn’t, it was just the way she kept work and everything else separate.

Still, she clicked on the browser.

The office door was open, but the sounds of the restaurant filtering down the hall told her no one was coming. Kev had stepped out a while ago saying something about being hungry.

Siena still kept one eye on the door, and one eye on the Google search bar as she started typing in keywords.

Something had stuck with her for the whole week. Something just wouldn’t let go of her mind. It kept going back there even when she tried to force it out for good.