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?”
“I don’t know …” She looked him over, and brushed her hand along the cut line of his jaw. “Something about you is different lately. You’re … laughing more, and whatever else.”
“That sounds normal to me.”
Siena hummed. “I didn’t say it was a bad thing. Just different.”
“You think?”
“Yeah.”
“And you’re sure that’s not a bad thing?”
“Never,” she promised him. “Did you end up getting some sleep last night?”
“Very little. I’m fine—wide awake, bella.”
He tickled a hand up her side, making her giggle.
“I can see that.” Siena gave him a look, and said, “And playful, too. Where’s that coming from?”
“I can’t be playful with you?”
“You can. You usually aren’t, though. Serious to a fault. A bit intense.”
“Give it a little bit, and I’ll go that direction, too.”
Siena laughed. “No doubt. But, you’re sure that everything is good with you?”
“Yeah. So, my mood is little up.”
Siena lifted a brow. “Just your mood?”
John’s throat tightened with her suggestion. “Give me some time today, and we’ll see what else gets popping up.”
“I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, her cheeks reddening.
“I bet you did.”