Sebastian grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side, where they could talk alone. “What’s going on with you?”

“What do you mean?” Ethan thought he’d kept it together pretty damned well considering all he’d wanted was to be alone with Sienna.

“It was fucking wonderful? That’s how you refer to spending the weekend with our biggest client’s sister?” Sebastian sounded horrified.

“It was better than saying we spent the weekend fucking,” he muttered and his brother’s gaze went wide.

“Jesus Christ, you didn’t?” Sebastian looked Ethan in the eye. “You did. Son of a bitch. What were you thinking?”

“Clearly I wasn’t.” Not with the right head, anyway.

“So that’s what’s been on your mind. Why you can’t concentrate on business.” Sebastian glanced across the room.

Ethan did the same and caught sight of Ian talking to one of the players.

“And you’re sure you want to stay here and oversee this project? Or is she the reason you’re willing to do it?” Sebastian asked, his tone low.

“One of us needs to be here and it makes sense that it’s me. Can we let the rest go for now?” He wasn’t ready to think about why he was so willing to find himself in Miami for the next couple of months.

Not when he already knew the answer.

Chapter Five

Sienna spent the weekend doing ordinary things in a state of disbelief. She cleaned her apartment, folded her laundry, went grocery shopping … all the while knowing that Ethan was back in New York, getting himself settled so he could be in Miami tonight or tomorrow morning. And somehow, Ian had gotten it into his head that Sienna and her fan-experience app and ideas meant she had to work with him while he was in town overseeing his part in the stadium project.

Ian had no idea what he was asking of her. It had been hard enough being in the same room with Ethan, pretending they were mere acquaintances, when she’d felt him inside her body. When she wanted him to take her again. Feelings that she didn’t get the notion, during the brief time she’d been with Ethan in the conference room, were reciprocated. He’d been cool and aloof. Very much the man in charge, and he’d sounded like his time with her had been nothing but a chore.

She ran a hand along her damp neck. The temperature had soared to one hundred and two degrees outside, and the sun was baking through the window, so the air conditioning pumping away in her small apartment unit wasn’t cooling her off as much as she would have liked. At this point she was wearing a pair of boy shorts and matching sports bra without a top because it was that hot. She pulled her hair into a high, messy bun and settled on the couch. Tonight was a pizza night, no cooking or turning on the oven and making this place even warmer.

She retrieved an app and ordered herself an individual pie, plain because the weirdest things were making her nauseous, along with two cans of Coke, and settled in to wait for the delivery. While she sat, she made notes on ideas she had to enhance the fan experience at the stadium, both in person and in the virtual realm.