“Sienna…”
“Go or I swear I’ll start screaming.”
Shit.“Fine.”
“Fine.” With my teeth clamped so hard my jaw aches, I reach for my cell phone in my back pocket and text Jack. Let him deal with her.
Me: We’re at the diner. Can you cover?
Jack: Status?
Me: All good. Tell u when u get here.
Jack: Give me 5
If I were to give my emotional status, it would beall fucked to hell.
I put my phone back in my pocket only to meet those piercing blue eyes throwing daggers across the picnic table.
“Jack is on his way.”
“Good.” She’s still scowling when he jumps out of his rental car, pistol tucked into the front of his jeans.
“What’s up?” Intelligent eyes assess the situation between me and Sienna. It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to see we’re furious.
“Just a change of plans. If you take the first shift, I’ll cover the last.” My jaw ticks as I unclench the fist I didn’t even know I was holding.
“What the hell happened?”
“She overheard me telling my mom I started some paperwork for Wit-Sec.” A bit of a prick, I walk Jack out of earshot and point at her so she knows damn well I’m talking about her.
“Dude, did you explain?”
“I tried. She’s impossible. She’s been in this funk since meeting my mom who’s been nothing but nice to her.”
“Whoaa… That’s not like her. Back up. Exactly what did you say?”
“I don’t know. I guess I said something like, ‘Mom, this is Sienna. She’s my client.’”
Jack rolls his eyes. “You’re not fucking serious, are you?”
“What?”
“Jeesh, dude. You slept with her. I might even venture to say you’re serious about her. Then, you bring her down south to meet your dear sweet momma and introduce her as your client. Hell, I’d be pissed, too. Think, Quinn.”
Was it possible this was my fault?
Jack is on a roll. “Listen, if she was just a quick fuck, tell her. She’ll be angry but get over it. What you don’t do to a woman is make them think there’s more then pull the rug out from under them. Go on and figure it the fuck out because if you don’t want her, I sure as hell am standing in line. Best you let me know before the evening’s out.”
Me and Jack have been through a lot and as I live and breathe, I know he’d never make moves on my woman. He’s just trying to get my blood boiling, which works. He’s still hoping to engage a few of my brain cells as he saunters to the picnic table and sits next to Sienna, thighs touching.
For the longest time I sit in my car watching them talk, so fucking jealous, I hate myself. When she dumps her papers in the trash, I get out of my mom’s truck and approach with my arms open, palms up. “Sienna. Look at me.”
Big blue eyes meet mine. Instead of adoration, they flash with anger and maybe a hint of hurt, too.
“Can we talk?” I take one of her lovely hands in mine, encouraged when she doesn’t take it back.
She looks to Jack who, damn him, nods. “I’ll be here if you need me.”
