Page 92 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

She worked too goddamn much.

He sometimes wanted to hide her away.

Life was a bitch like that.

“It means,” Siena drawled, “that if you come pick me up, we could go see that action movie you mentioned was showing this afternoon. I mean, if you want to.”

Hell yeah, he wanted to.

John didn’t even think about it. He knew he had work, and places to be, but whatever. Siena and her time was already scant, and he could get back to business another day.

All that shit would still be there.

“Where you at?” he asked.

Siena rattled off an address.

“I’ll be there in forty, love.”

“See you.”

John hung up the phone, and spun around to see his mother was watching him with curious, but guarded eyes.

“Got a date?” she asked.

John smirked, and pointed at the entryway. “I’m headed out, Ma. So, you can look around or whatever, but I won’t be here. I’m sure Dad and the rest of them might like an update on the Calabrese situation—or, the Calabrese woman, because fuck them, they can’t even use her name. Let them know I’m still good with what I’m doing, including her.”

Jordyn cleared her throat, and glanced away. John simply headed out of the kitchen, and didn’t bother looking over his shoulder to say goodbye.

He had fuck all left to say.

John brushed stray snowflakes from his leather jacket, and glanced up just in time to see Siena strolling out of the restaurant. Her grin bloomed into a full-blown smile at the sight of him waiting for her. He couldn’t stop his gaze from wandering over her—it was strange how every time he looked at her was like the first time.

He kept finding new things to admire.

The way her eyes darkened when she peeked at him. How her lips curved just before she kissed him. How her hips swayed when she walked.

The wool dress she wore did little to hide the curves of her body. The knee-high leather boots she had on covered her legs up to where the wool dress ended just above her knees. Today, she’d left her hair loose in soft waves, and she wore just enough makeup to color her cheeks and lips, but not much more.

John liked her anyway he could have her.

It didn’t matter to him.

The girl was damn gorgeous.

“Don’t you look nice,” she said, coming closer.

He pushed off the car with a grin, and reached for her. Catching her hand with his, he pulled her in close enough to rest his hand at her lower back, and drop a kiss to her smiling, pink lips.

“Shouldn’t I tell you how good you look?” he murmured against her mouth.

Siena winked. “Sure, but you do look good.”

“I’m not even in a suit today.”

“Maybe that’s why I think you look … different.”

John cocked a brow, and pulled back a little from Siena. “Different?”