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All Mick could do was nod.
“I can’t believe you were in town and didn’t call!” Then he pulled back with an even bigger smile for his sister. “When mom mentioned the conference and asked if I’d heard from you, I couldn’t believe that you didn’t reach out yourself!”
“Um, yeah,” she murmured. “Sorry about that.”
He hugged her again. “Nothing to be sorry about. I know how busy you are and how intense those events are for someone like you. I’m just glad that we could make this work so I could see you. It’s been too long.”
Sienna pulled back and fidgeted with her hair. “I know, it truly has. I was just thinking...”
“And can you believe I just ran into Mick out on the sidewalk? I mean... what are the odds?”
What indeed.
“Sienna,” he said gruffly, leaning in to kiss her cheek. She was a little wide-eyed, and he felt her stiffen when his lips touched her skin.
He tried not to take offense.
“Michael,” she replied softly before taking a step back. “It’s nice to see you.” She was definitely more reserved than he remembered, but...maybe she was just as shocked as he was right now and unsure of how to react. Fidgeting with her long blonde hair, she seemed more than a little uncomfortable.
He took advantage of how she wouldn’t look directly at him to soak up the fact that she was standing two feet away from him for the first time in twenty-three years.
Her blonde hair was still long and wavy, her porcelain skin looked as smooth as silk, and her figure was downright mouthwatering. She’d been on the cusp of womanhood the last time he saw her, and right now, she looked exactly as he envisioned her in his mind.
And he’d envisioned her a lot over the years.
She still looked young and sexy and vibrant, and he was suddenly regretting his decision to embrace his graying hair and beard.
“Michael?” Jason said with a laugh, interrupting his thoughts. “Sienna, you’re looking at a man who is practically royalty in the music business. He ditched that name years ago!” Patting Mick on the shoulder, he grinned. “Right? When was the last time anyone called you Michael?”
Without missing a beat, Mick looked Sienna in the eyes and said, “May 16, 1999.”
She instantly flushed, and he knew she remembered it, too.
“Ashley? Party of three!” the hostess called out, and both Bree and Jason walked over to see about adding him to the reservation. A minute later, he found himself walking behind Sienna as they all made their way to a table up on the second floor.
He wasn’t intentionally ogling her, but the view of her curvy bottom in snug black denim was impossible to look away from. There was a soft sway to her hips, and he was pretty sure he was on the verge of either drooling or simply reaching out and touching her.
“Right this way,” their server said at the top of the stairs, effectively breaking his trance. Together, they walked to the far corner where a table for four was waiting for them. Jason held out a chair for Bree, while Mick held out a chair for Sienna and smiled as he sat down beside her.
The day had pretty much been a dismal disappointment—particularly the singer—and he had been more than ready to go back to the penthouse and sulk.
But this? This was so much better.
With his arm casually resting on the back of her chair, he was about to ask Sienna about her life, but Jason instantly started asking all kinds of questions about the music industry. Who was he representing these days? Was he heading out on tour with anyone soon? Had he ever met Elton John or Mick Jagger?
As much as it wasn’t a topic he really wanted to be discussing—he hated talking about himself—Mick knew he wouldn’t be able to avoid it. So he went through his current list of clients and shared a couple of short stories about each of them and watched with mild amusement as Bree’s eyes kept going wide.
“I can’t believe you get to hang out with so many famous people!” she said excitedly. “I mean...it must be like one non-stop party!”
Reaching for his water, he took a sip. “Not as much as you’d think.”
“What’s a typical week like for you?” Jason asked.
With a small laugh and a shrug, he replied, “There is no typical week. I work a lot of irregular hours and it changes daily. Most of the time, I need to be available during normal business hours to work with agents, labels, accountants, and lawyers, and depending on who’s on tour or where I’m at, it’s not uncommon for me to attend live performances in evenings and on weekends. I travel a lot and sleep whenever I get a chance.”
“It sounds brutal,” Bree commented. “What kind of specific things do you handle?”
He really wanted to groan and change the subject, but he didn’t want to appear rude.
