Page 102 of Only Between Us

“Just the one. Left the fun cars in LA.”

She nods, and the feel of her soft skin brushing against mine lulls me to sleep.

Minutes or hours later, I jolt awake to a thump in the front hall.

The living room is dark, only slightly illuminated by the lights underneath the kitchen cabinets. Peter still sleeps soundly by my feet, but my arms are tragically empty. No Siena to speak of.

I frown at the dark ceiling. Why was she asking me about cars? Right after I said…

There’s another thump, a whisperedshit, and I jerk upright.

Right after I essentially admitted I’d been fucking her with feelings. Serious ones.

No.

“Siena.” I leap off the sofa and scramble out into the hall with the throw blanket wrapped around my hips.

She’s already halfway down the front porch by the time I catch up. She hasn’t even bothered putting her own clothes on—she’s swiped my T-shirt, and her outfit from earlier is gathered in a fist.

“Hey—hey.” I catch her hand as she reaches the driveway and turn her around to face me. “Where are you going?”

A teasing smile stretches across her face, but I catch the panic there before it. “I’m leaving you wanting more, baby.”

“Siena. Where are you going?”

That sad excuse for a smile dies right off her face. “I’m going home. Tonight was great. But if we’re doing this hookup thing, we need to reset some boundaries. That includes no sleepovers.”

“Don’t give me that.” Every time I think I find my footing with this woman she blindfolds me, spins me around, and sends me on my merry way off a cliff.

“That’s the point, Attwood. I plan to give you a lot more ofthat.” She punctuates the word with a wink before turning on her heel and moving down the driveway.

My fingers tunnel roughly through my hair. “Are you planning to walk all the way to Baycrest?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” She lifts what I recognize as my car fob in her hand. Unlocks the doors and hops into the driver’s seat. My stomach plummets.

There’s just no way she’s about to steal my only car, knowing I couldn’t follow her.

No way in hell.

But I stare, struck fucking dumb, as she fires up the engine and peels out of the driveway.

Chapter34Siena

“Young lady, you could use another five hours of sleep.”

It’s a startled Mrs. Robbins who meets me in my building’s lobby this morning. My sweet, elderly neighbor gives me a gaping-mouthed up-and-down. Her little white furball of a dog Spike sniffs at my sandals, patiently waiting for his moment outside.

I stare down at my rumpled skirt, hair falling messily into my eyes from the untidy bun on top of my head. “Maybe another eight. I didn’t get much at all last night.”

With a hearty chuckle, Mrs. Robbins offers me Spike’s leash—the ultimate vote of confidence considering my haggard appearance. “I’d only blame you if you did. I’ve seen that man of yours on TV. He has a fabulous backside.”

I force a laugh. “It’s really something, isn’t it?”

I hurry down the steps outside our building, to let Spike relieve himself but also to escape any more talk of Brooks. My head is enough of a mess without Mrs. Robbins singing his praises so early in the morning.

I stared at the ceiling for hours last night before my brain powered down.

Away from the steaming hot tub and Brooks’s ruthless fingers, ruthless mouth, ruthlesseverythingto distract me, it was impossible not to focus on the other stuff. The way he looked at me like I was something precious. The way he held me on that sofa. The sweet words weaved in with the dirty ones. He outright admitted he had serious feelings for me last night.

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