Page 84 of John + Siena: The Complete Duet

“Who?”

“Just go find out. You’ve got an hour at the most, and then you need to get back to work.”

She gave her brother a dirty look before leaving the office. There was a plate waiting for her, but the waiter simply directed her out onto the floor, but not before grabbing a second plate to carry.

It was John waiting for her.

He sat at a private table away from the rest of the diners. Blocked off by a partial wall, he stared out the window until Siena came to sit with him. The sexy grin he flashed had her pulse picking up. He looked damn good with his dark hair slicked back, a well-fitted suit tight to his fit form, and that goddamn smile.

Standing from the table, John allowed the waiter to sit the plates down, and then the man scattered. John reached for Siena, and pulled her in for a quick kiss. For the most part, all they had gotten to do over the week was text back and forth. She was too busy with work and everything else to go out, or stay over. He seemed okay with it, though.

“Sit, and eat with me,” he murmured against her lips.

“This is why you texted me this morning to ask where I was going to be?”

“All you do is work, donna.”

He kind of wasn’t lying.

“So, is this …” Siena waved at the food, and then between them, “… like a date?”

John chuckled, and his smirk deepened. “Exactly that, yeah.”

“And what comes after said date, Johnathan?”

“Whatever you want, Siena.”

She laughed, and wagged a finger at him. “Smooth. Leaving the details up to me.”

“Hey, I got over here today, didn’t I?”

He did.

It meant the world to her.

Had someone asked her what she would like for a date, anything that didn’t include being within five miles of her family would have been at the top of the list. Johnathan managed to keep her within thirty feet of her family, and she didn’t mind at all.

All she saw was him.

John first.

Everything came second.

“How was your week?” John asked.

“Good.”

“Anything come up?”

Siena could have asked or said a lot of things at that moment. The thing she knew, or the stuff she suspected. Yet, she didn’t ask or say a thing. Not about any of it, and not because she didn’t want to know, either.

John was John.

She saw him first.

Everything else was second.