Page 89 of Loyalty

His eyes glinted with amusement. “How good can you scrub and cook a book, Siena?”

Well …

“I haven’t found a dollar amount yet that I can’t hide, John.”

He whistled low.

“Damn, donna.”

Siena laughed right along with John. A second later, he reached over to find her thigh with his palm. He squeezed her inner thigh overtop her jeans, and shot her a wink. Then, just as quickly, his hand slid in with hers. Silently, he intertwined their fingers together, and held on tight.

John brought her hand up, leaned over, and pressed three light kisses across her knuckles. He didn’t say a thing while he did it, but he didn’t really need to, either.

It was such a small action.

A little bit of affection.

She didn’t know what to make of it, but she liked it.

“What are we doing?” she asked him.

John didn’t even think about it before answering. “I mean, whatever you want to do, Siena.”

“Are we … doing something now?”

“Like what, Siena? Right now, I’m driving you to work.”

“No, I mean, you and me, John.”

He cleared his throat, and shifted a bit in the driver’s seat. “Depends on if you’re still angry with me about taking off on you and shit.”

“Blackmail, huh?”

John didn’t even try to hide his grin. “I have to make you forget about that somehow, don’t I?”

“I’m not … mad,” she said. “I might bring it up, but I’m not mad.”

His laughter came out thick and husky.

A melody of sin.

“I see,” John said.

“Anyway, I just … want to know. If we are doing something, or whatever. So, I know from the jump what’s going on here. I don’t like games, John.”

“We can be doing something,” he murmured, his gaze drifting from the road to her, and then back again. “You might want to let me take you out properly or something, but that’s up to you.”

She hummed under her breath, very much liking the idea he proposed. “I will hold you to that.”

“Noted. But you should know, I’m a terribly jealous fucker, and I don’t like to share.”

“Me, either.”

John’s lips curved sinfully at the edges. “Got it, love.”

“You can’t blow me off without an explanation ever again,” she warned.

“I can’t make promises, but I’ll always be back.”