Page 191 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

John smirked. “How about you give me the good news first?”

“Nice try. I make the rules.”

Asshole.

“What is the proposition?” John asked.

“You need a therapist when you leave here.”

John stiffened.

This was not a topic he wanted to discuss because it was a sore spot for him. He didn’t like the idea of leaving Clearview Oaks only to need to find a new therapist to see. He was not about to trust someone after the last debacle.

“I can physically feel how much discomfort this is causing you,” Leonard said.

“Yeah, well, what can you do,” John said through gritted teeth. “Nothing, apparently.”

“I would take your file on as a patient outside of this facility. Twice weekly. One weekday, and one day on the weekend.”

The tension in John’s body bled out slowly. “Would you?”

“Sometimes,” Leonard said, “it is more about the patient finding the right doctor, than it is about anything else.”

“Twice weekly, then.”

“Do you want the good news, now?”

John nodded, and stood from the chair. “I almost forgot about it with the whole new therapist thing, actually. What is it?”

“You’ll have visitors tomorrow. Your cousin—Andino—and a couple of people he’s bringing along. Ladies, apparently, if the information he provided is to be trusted. Unlike his father, Andino doesn’t tend to be disruptive when he comes here.”

John only laughed. “My uncle, Giovanni, makes it his first and only goal to have fun.”

“This is not the place for fun.”

“Mmm.”

“You didn’t ask who Andino is bringing, by the way,” Leonard said over his shoulder as he left the room.

Fuck.

He hadn’t.

Too late now.

“John, my man. You’re looking good.”

He heard his cousin’s greeting, and felt Andino’s firm hug, but John’s gaze was locked on the dark-haired beauty standing just a few feet away. After all, it was kind of fucking impossible for him to pay attention to anything when the love of his life was once again gracing his presence. She was the only thing that ever mattered.

Siena wore the brightest smile that matched the flower printed summer dress accentuating all of her curves and height. A dress that showed off all kinds of leg, and the four inch heels on her feet. She had let her long, dark hair down in soft waves. One of his favorite styles on her because he could wrap his fingers in the silky strands, and get lost. She’d painted her lips a striking red, and those blue eyes of hers never left him once.

Damn.

What had Andino just said?

John didn’t know.

His attention was somewhere else entirely.