Page 218 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

As much as she didn’t want to move, Siena forced herself out of the bed. She found her discarded clothes from the night before, and carried them into the bathroom. She winked on the way past John. The man had no shame—naked and staring at her like he was.

She made quick work of using the bathroom, washing her face, and pulling her hair back into a simple, messy bun. She was stuck using her finger to brush her teeth with the small tube of toothpaste the hotel provided, but whatever, as it did the trick for now.

Slipping the clothes back on from yesterday, she was grateful nothing had been too wrinkled or ruined in their haste the night before. She smoothed down the front of the dress, and then zipped up the back, too.

Siena wasn’t really a high-maintenance woman when it came to her appearance, and that came in handy for the moment. Her half-assed hairstyle worked, and she did just fine without makeup for the most part.

John held out her small clutch as she left the bathroom. “Didn’t know if you needed something in it.”

“Just my phone.”

Which she had turned off the night before.

Siena decided she should probably turn it on, and check if she had missed any calls. The phone came to life under her hand as John went to the door when a knock echoed. She checked her phone over while he directed the man in with the cart of food.

“Well, shit,” Siena muttered.

John was at her side, and pressing a soft kiss to her temple once they were alone again. “What, something bad?”

“No, actually.”

She showed him the phone.

“No calls from my brothers,” she explained.

John cocked a brow. “So?”

“So, the enforcer did what I thought.”

“He didn’t call them.”

Siena nodded, and grinned. “Nope.”

“Any calls from the enforcer?”

“A text,” Siena replied.

She hadn’t even bothered to open it, but she did when John prompted her to.

Where the fuck are you?

And then another, later that night saying, I will be outside the brownstone at nine when you should be leaving. You better fucking be there, Siena. I am not getting my ass killed for your stupidity.

“He doesn’t seem happy,” John mused.

Siena laughed. “No, I guess not.”

She typed out a reply for the enforcer. Nothing to excuse herself, or explain where she went. I’ll see you at nine.

No reply came.

Siena looked at John. “Lucky me.”

He kissed her temple again. “Something like that.”

Well, either way …

“This was worth it,” she said.