Unencumbered by my coffee, I was free to touch him. So I did. I gripped his sides as he tasted me, the rhythmic slide of his hot tongue in my mouth had me pressing against him, needing to anchor our bodies together.
And then his wonderful lips left mine, his hands cupping my face and holding me still when I would’ve sought his mouth again. My lashes fluttered open, and I found him again gazing upon me.
Jethro smoothed his fingers into my hair then down to my neck, his eyes dazed and heated, his thumbs caressing the bare skin of my collarbone.
“I’ve missed you, too.” His voice was low and gravelly. Paired with his touch and tremendous kisses, it sent delicious, shivery warmth racing along my nerves to my fingertips and toes.
He missed me! Yay for me. Yay for missing me. Yay for Jethro.
“It would be my pleasure to pick you up in the mornings and bring you to the set.” His hands dropped, abandoning my skin, and he stepped back. Though he continued to gaze upon me, his gaze grew distant, guarded, and he clenched his hands into fists.
I nodded mutely, only able to watch him as I was not yet capable of forming words. Even so, my face split into a confused, hopeful smile.
He returned the nod with a single one of his own, saying, “We’ll see you on Monday.”
And then he turned and left the trailer.
I stared at the door for a good thirty seconds before his parting words untangled themselves.
We’ll see you Monday.
We . . .
Who the heck is we?
CHAPTER 16
“Your perspective on life and loss comes from the cage you were held captive in.”
― Shannon L. Alder
~Sienna~
“I’m disappointed in you, Sienna.”
I glanced over my shoulder and found Cletus Winston standing just behind me, holding a doughnut in each hand. We were in the dining tent, which was mostly empty. Tom had left earlier for L.A. and would be gone for the entire week. I’d been taking advantage of his and Elon’s absence by spending the morning outside my trailer.
Before Cletus’s interruption, I’d been attempting to work. Attempting being the operative word.
“Why is that, Cletus?”
He claimed the empty chair next to me, and I extended my hand for a doughnut, assuming one of the two was for me. I assumed wrong.
“These are mine; you can’t have one.” He held them away and took a bite from the one with pink icing.
Dropping my hand, I watched him chew as he eyed me defiantly.
Jethro, true to his word, had picked me up that morning. The we included Cletus. So it was Jethro, Cletus, and I together in Jethro’s truck.
Cletus had been pointedly sullen and quiet for the entire drive. Worse, Jethro was back to being respectfully friendly, not kissing friendly. It was difficult to switch mental gears when you’re expecting kissing friendly and instead you end up with one angry Winston brother and forced politeness from the other.
“Okay. Fine. Why are you disappointed in me, Cletus?”
“Because I provided means and opportunity. All you had to do was exploit the situation.”
“What are you talking about?”
“On Friday? With the blankets and coffee? You think that was all by accident? That was arranged.”
“Arranged?” I blinked at him while he tore off another piece of his doughnut. It smelled like it was strawberry flavored.
“Yes. Arranged.”
Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms and examined Cletus. I decided he was odd. “You’re odd.”
“Yes. I am. But that doesn’t negate the fact that you fumbled my pass. If we’re going to make this thing happen with Jethro, I need you to bring your A-game.”
“This is about Jethro?” I sat up straighter.
“Of course. What’d you think I was talking about?” Apparently I wasn’t catching on quickly enough because he sighed loudly and rolled his eyes with great effect. “Do you want my help or not?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I said quickly, leaning forward at full attention. “Yes. I want your help.”
“Fine then. We need to coordinate our attack.” Cletus punctuated this statement by popping the remainder of the first doughnut in his mouth.
“Good. Yes. Attack synchronization.” My phone rang as he chewed. I glanced at the screen, saw it was Marta, and sent it to voicemail.
Marta called back immediately, earning me a severe frown from Cletus.
“You should get that.” He gestured to my phone. “You get that and I’ll ruminate while eating this other doughnut.”
Doing as he suggested, I answered her call. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Where are you?”
“Uh, on set. Why?”
“Can you go to your trailer?”
I frowned. Whenever Marta had bad news to deliver and I was on location, she would wait until I assured her I was in my trailer.