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“Even if it doesn’t make you happy?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know many people who have jobs that make them happy.” Then she studied him. “Even you—who have a very glamorous job—are finding yourself disenchanted with it all. What would you do?”

“It’s not the job, Sienna. It’s my life. That’s where I’m disenchanted.”

“Yes, because you let your job become your life. What would happen if you took a step back and let your assistant or team of assistants handle things? What would your clients do if you suddenly ran off and take an extended vacation or... or... got married? What’s the worst that would happen?”

Mick let out a long breath as he straightened in his seat. “For starters, I think a vacation and getting married are two completely different things, and would require two completely different mindsets.”

She wanted to hide out of sheer embarrassment. Why had she mentioned getting married? Not that she specifically said marrying her, but... still.

“No, I get that, but I’m just saying that you have a team of people to help you and—no offense—it doesn’t look like you really need to work. If your place in Manhattan is just one of many like that, I’m guessing you can afford to take as much time off as you want or even retire.”

“At forty-three?” he said with a laugh. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

“Then you could simply cut back,” she countered, and then an idea hit her. She would turn the tables on him. “So, we obviously know what I would do with my time off. What about you? What is it you feel you’re missing?”

Rather than answer, he motioned for their flight attendant to bring them something to drink and snack on. Sienna wasn’t deterred, however. She knew a distraction when she saw it.

“I’m guessing travel isn’t a big deal, because you’ve traveled all over the world with your clients. You’ve probably met all the famous people you want to meet, eaten all the foods you’ve ever dreamed of, and own everything you’ve ever wanted to own. So, what does the man who has everything feel like he’s missing?”

Sienna watched the slight tick in his jaw and had to wonder why.

Before she could question it, she was being handed a cup of coffee and her choice of a blueberry scone or chocolate chip muffin.

With a smile, she accepted the muffin.

“I remembered they used to be your favorite,” Mick quietly said once they were alone again.

It was incredibly sweet that he was going through all this trouble for her; to make this trip everything she wanted.

You’re doing it again... It’s just a muffin, Sienna.

But it wasn’t just a muffin.

It was everything.

In less than twenty-four hours, Michael Tyler had proven that he was still the boy she fell in love with. And now, if anything, she was falling harder because they were finally on the same page. Well, age-wise, at least. Sienna had no idea what his feelings for her were, but she could definitely tell that he cared.

The coffee was perfect, the muffin was decadent, and they had a little over two hours of flight time ahead of them. She was enjoying their conversations and simply reconnecting with him.

The mind-blowing sex was just a seriously pleasurable perk.

Beside her, Mick took a sip of his coffee and seemed to be just staring at his scone. And that’s when she knew she needed to push. After all, he was giving her the opportunity of a lifetime to cross some things off her bucket list, while helping her take the break she so desperately needed. Maybe there was something he needed that she could do for him.

She doubted it, but maybe she could at least help him figure out what he wanted.

“Hey,” she said quietly as she placed her hand on his arm. “You know how much I love to figure things out. It’s just how my mind works. So let’s figure out what it is that you’re missing.”

“I know what I’m missing, Sienna,” he murmured.

“Oh?” Well, that was easier than she thought it would be. “And what is it?”

He looked up at her, and his gaze was so intense that it almost made her gasp. “You,” he said gruffly. “You’re what’s been missing.”

Yeah, that wasn’t something Mick had been prepared to admit, but in his mind, they’d waited long enough. Twenty-three years ago, Sienna had been too young for him. They’d essentially grown up together through his friendship with her brother, but anything romantic between them back then would have been wildly inappropriate.

That didn’t mean he hadn’t wished for it to be different—for him to be younger or her to be older or just... anything that would have allowed them to explore a relationship together. Sienna had always been his person—his other half—and after all these years, he didn’t see the point in denying it.