“I don’t joke often, Sienna. Come on. Go ahead of me. Just follow the path.”
“Why don’t you lead?”
“I want you in my sight so you can’t sneak back inside when I’m not looking.”
Her shoulders sag, but she turns away and starts jogging toward the trees. I follow a few feet behind, matching her pace while ogling her sweet ass in those snug sports pants. That’s one of the reasons why I insisted she goes first down the trail. The other, I wouldn’t notice if she says something behind me.
As we are passing by a stretch of lawn where Beli is raking the leaves, Sienna stops and says something to him. Someone should have warned her that the old son of a b***h is antisocial and never talks to people. I linger a few steps to the side, making it look like I’m stretching my hamstrings as I watch
