I’m about to ring the bell a second time when it opens again, and Sienna stands on the other side of the storm door. She’s wearing a pair of skinny dark blue jeans and a green knit sweater. The blandest outfit imaginable, but on her it’s breathtaking.
The sweater hugs her hips, and her jeans accentuate the curve of her thighs. I bite back a groan when I notice how the gentle swell of her breasts shows even with the high neckline.
This is insane. She’s covered from head to toe and still my cock springs to life for her.
“What are you doing here?” she asks through the glass.
“I was about to ask you the same thing.” I grab the doorknob. “Open the door, Sienna.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s cold out here, and I’m coming inside.” I lean closer to the glass. “Do I need to break down the door?”
She rolls her eyes and heaves a sigh. “Do you need to go straight for violence?”
As soon as she unlocks the door, I yank it open and step inside. She has to move further into the entrance way to give me room.
It’s as normal inside as it is outside. The entranceway flows into a longer hallway that seems to lead to a kitchen in the back of the house. A short set of stairs just before the end of the hall goes down into what I assume is a sub-basement. A living room flows off to my left, and another short hallway veers off to my right. I assume it leads to the garage.
“What are you doing here, Sienna? What is this place?” I demand, still taking stock of my surroundings.
It’s cozy. Much like the DeAngelo house in New York. Soft coloring, warm ambiance. A place someone would feel at ease.
Before she can answer, a young boy around five or six runs from the living room with a foam dart gun in his right hand and jumps into the entrance way, pointing it at Sienna. She realizes it too late and gets pelted in the chest with a foam bullet.
Only after he’s shot her, does he seem to realize I’m there. The color drains from his face as he lifts his eyes up to me. I stand over six feet tall in black combat boots, black jeans, a button down dark gray shirt, and a dark gray wool overcoat. My neck tattoos are on display, and the ink on my hands isn’t doing anything to soften my appearance.
“Hey.” I put a hand out to show him I don’t have anything to harm him, but he jumps back like I was going to strike him.
Sienna touches his shoulder and turns him toward her. Then she starts moving her hands between them. It takes a second, but then I realize she’s signing to him.
He nods, swallows hard, then responds to her before turning to glance up at me again. She makes a few more hand signals then he turns and runs to the back of the hall and down the set of stairs.
All the while they were having their conversation, something struck me. He has the same dark hair as her. Same sharp-edged jawline. Same eyes.
“Was that your son?” Any attempt to keep my tone civil flies away as the realization comes over me.
She stands up straight, rolls her shoulders back and crosses her arms across her chest.
“Well, is he?”
She drops her hands to her sides. “You’re an idiot.”
Melody leans against the kitchen counter, cradling a cup of coffee in her hands when I burst into the room, Kaz barely three steps behind me. Her eyes widen at his presence, but she hides her amused smile in her cup.
“Sienna, I asked a question,” he demands. All that’s missing is a foot stomp.
The overgrown toddler is brewing for a fight.
“And I answered.” I pull out a mug from the top cabinet and brush Melody aside to get to the coffee pot.
“Who is that little boy? And what are you doing here?” The strong undercurrent of authority in his voice fills the room.
Melody glances at me with a knowing raise of her eyebrow. She’d told me an hour ago, I’d have to tell Kaz about Tommysooner or later. And she’d even pointed out the fact it was probably going to have to be sooner since I planned on visiting him as often as possible now that I lived only a short drive from him.
“How did you find me?” I pose a question of my own.
“All of my cars have a GPS tracking device in them. In the event one of them gets stolen. Like today.”
