Anticipating

Lorenzo’s POV

I left the office first, the sound of my brothers’ laughter still hanging in the air behind me. Their voices faded as I walked down the hall, but my mind was already far away, racing ahead to where I wanted to be. My thoughts were full of her. Sienna. The image of her sitting at the dinner table with flushed cheeks and that soft apron tied around her waist had been burned into me all