Just enough that my entire head was visible over it.
Sienna jumped like a startled rabbit.
“Fucking—Christ,” she cursed, her brown eyes wide as she stared at me from her seat, her phone in her hand and her legs crossed.
God, those legs.
“I could have been naked in here,” she said. “What’s wrong with you?”
I raised a brow at her. “Planning to get naked in your suite?”
I lowered the partition just a little more.
“No, but—” She cut herself off, shaking her head. “Don’t make scaring the living daylights out of me a habit. Please.”
“Is twice a habit? Thought it was three times,” I mused, resting my forearms on the top of the partition. “You free?”
She blinked at me. “Unless there are scheduled events on this flight, then yes?”
I tilted my head toward the lounge bar on the other side of her suite’s privacy walls. “Let’s get a drink.”
“So you can hit on me again?”
I chuckled. “I haven’t hit on anyone.”
“So lying is a habit of yours, too?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. You caught me,” I said, raising my hands palm-out. “Let me chat your ear off a bit more, and you can keep shooting me down in style.”
She made a face. “It’s three in the morning Italy-time,” she said. “Shouldn’t you be trying to sleep? They gave out those little eye-masks and everything.”
“I don’t sleep much.”
“Shocking.”
The corner of my lips twitched up.
Feisty.
“Just one drink, Sienna.”
She hesitated, her lips pressing together in thought.
I didn’t push.
I didn’tneedto.
I knew the power of silence, of offering space and waiting until someone filled it.
And sure enough, she finally opened that pretty mouth again.
“Okay,” she said, unbuckling her seatbelt and uncrossing her legs to stand. “But I’m not putting my shoes back on. You’re dealing with vacation-Sienna.”
I grinned. “Vacation-Sienna,” I said, pushing back off the partition, “is already my favorite.”
She rolled her eyes and opened her suite door.
A second later, I was following her down the hall, her bare feet padding against the carpet.
