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at the building. It’s not in the best part of Glenwood which
makes me nervous, but I know it’s easy for her to get to work from here. The
red brick building looks in good shape and the front doors are fairly new. At least
the place is secure.
    I take the steps up to the door, wincing when my leg
pulls. I forget what happened to it sometimes. I can’t quite get used to taking
it easy and I refuse to look weak, so I climb the next few steps quickly. My
heart hammers as I reach for the buzzer and press her number. She was the
one who asked for help , I remind myself. It’s not like she’s going to
turn you away.
    The thing is, she doesn’t seem to realize I want more.
More kisses, more Sienna. I’ve wanted her for so long, it’s ridiculous. I think
she wants me too. I’ve seen the way she looks at me. She always kept it under
control normally. Neither of us would have done anything while she was married.
But at the funeral… God, I hate myself for thinking it, but I’m sure she wants me.
Hell, if that kiss was anything to go by, she does.
    But what kind of guy kisses a crying woman after her
husband’s funeral? Talk about bad timing. I should have given her some time,
comforted her and waited until she was settled before making some moves.
    So that’s my plan. Be there, remind her of how good we
are together—as friends—and make her realize how good we could be together as
more than friends.
    Her voice comes through the speaker, slightly shaky.
“Y-yes?”
    “Sienna, it’s me.”
    “Come on up.”
    The door clunks and I push it open, step through and
let it swing shut behind me. I study the stairs and opt for those. She’s only
two flights up, apartment number 208, and I like to use my leg as much as I
can. When I get to the top, I stare at her door. She’ll be waiting for me. She
knows I’m here so why aren’t I knocking? I guess I’m not sure how she’s going
to be with me. Or how I’ll react to her. Honestly, it might take all my
restraint not to press her back against the wall, tear off her clothes and wrap
her legs around my hips.
    Great, now I’m getting hard.
    I take a few breaths and knock, secretly thanking
Jess’s husband for not being able to help move her stuff in. They packed it up
the other day but now he’s on maneuvers so Sienna needs me. I’m willing to bet
she wouldn’t have asked if she could have helped it. Too busy trying to do
things on her own as if she’s got something to prove.
    It’s cheesy but when the door swings open, I swear she
takes my breath away. Sienna’s clearly dressed for moving. Worn, pale denim
jeans, a light pink T-shirt and her hair up in a ponytail with silky auburn
strands escaping from it. Sienna is one of those women who probably gets cast
as the girl next door type unless you look closely. Cute nose, fair skin,
innocent. And then she gets dressed up. Damn. That’s when it hits you. Once
you’ve seen her like that, you’ll always see her beauty no matter what she’s
wearing. And those eyes… when her pale blue — almost
grey — eyes twinkle, you see so much hidden sexiness. I don’t
think any guy can meet her and not wonder if they could be the one to draw out
her naughty side.
    She smiles tentatively. Her mouth is small, slightly
delicate but very kissable. As I know from experience. I allow myself a smug
smirk. She steps back, hands squeezed tightly together in front of her.
    “Hi.” I greet her with a slanted grin.
    She looks somewhat taken aback by me grinning at her
and her gaze lands on my lips. “Hi, thanks for coming.”
    “No worries.” I stroll past and she shuts the door
behind me, pausing briefly and staring at the wood. I grin to myself. Maybe
she’s sucking up her courage too. “So this is it, huh?”
    She turns as I study the living room. “Yep, all mine.”
    My smile expands when I hear the pride in her voice.
“It’s nice. Could do with a paint job and a new carpet but you’ve got a good
space here.” I study