Page 73 of Loyalty

“Like what?”

She knew better than to ask.

She wished she could take it back instantly.

The words were still out there.

Johnathan’s throat bobbed as his tongue peeked out to wet his lips. “What happened a few months ago, for starters.”

“Nope,” she said.

Just like that, she was done.

Siena moved to push past him in the doorway and head back to where her family was, but Johnathan grabbed her wrist, and yanked her back. “Wait a damn minute, donna.”

In a blink, she was spun around and facing him. Dark hazel, and sharp lines clouded her vision. The hardness of his body fit perfectly against the softness of hers.

All she could see was him.

All she could smell was him.

It was bad, intoxicating, and addicting all at the same time.

“Just … wait a minute,” he murmured softer.

“You don’t deserve even a second,” she replied, trying to level her tone.

“Maybe not, but will you give me one?”

“Why, so we can fuck again, and you can run off one more time? You didn’t even leave me a note, or your number. I don’t know if you expected me to chase you like this was some kind of game, John, but I don’t run after any man. Ever.”

He didn’t even blink.

He barely moved.

She yanked her wrist out of his grasp, and took a step back. “So, no, I don’t really want to hear anything you have to say.”

Siena turned her back to Johnathan, and then quickly disappeared down the hallway. She grabbed her coat and bag from the hallway closet, and then headed for the dining room. Only one of her brothers was still there, and he was pouring yet another drink, it seemed.

Darren, that was.

“Let Dad know I’m leaving,” Siena said as she dug through the bag for her keys. “I have work to do early tomorrow.”

Darren snatched the keys out of her hands the second she pulled them from the purse. “Hell no. You’ve been drinking. You can’t drive.”

Siena glared at her brother, but didn’t try to get the keys back. He towered over her, and she wasn’t going to jump for the fucking things like a child. “Then call me a cab, or get Kev to drive me home. He barely drank anything at all.”

“We’re not your fucking chauffeurs, Siena.”

Ouch.

Because she remembered more than one occasion when she had taken them home after dinners due to drinking.

The bastards.

“Listen, Dad mentioned you should probably stay the night anyway since you’re supposed to be working with him tomorrow at the new dealership or something. You can just follow him in the morning since you don’t know where it is.”

Siena’s irritation grew tendrils inside her heart and squeezed tight enough to kill her. “I want to go home.”