“What’s up?” Sebastian, Ethan’s brother, who also worked for KTT, asked.

“You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.” Ethan strode to the window in his office overlooking Manhattan and groaned.

“Try me,” his youngest brother said.

Ethan shrugged. “Ian Dare’s youngest sister is coming to New York this weekend. You know the Weekend Scholars’ Social that Columbia hosts and we send a representative to in order to induce the brightest to attend their business school?”

“So we can hire them after? Sure do. I used to be the guy who attended on the company’s behalf, remember? I was more than happy to turn that job over to people on our management team.”

Sebastian shuddered at the memory, which didn’t do much to make Ethan feel better about the upcoming event.

“Ian wants me to escort her personally,” Ethan said.

Sebastian burst out laughing. “Oh, that’s rich. Mr. Antisocial is going to make small talk with a graduate student-to-be.”

Ethan turned around and faced Sebastian, leaning against the window, annoyed by his brother’s obvious amusement at Ethan’s expense. “She’s twenty-three, almost twenty-four according to Ian. Not that much of a child.” Just enough to get on his nerves with chatter, compared to his ripe old age of thirty-one. Lord knew, after all he’d been through, he felt ancient.

Still smirking, Sebastian said, “Maybe it’ll be good for you. You know, get you out of the apartment and mingling with actual human beings. People who aren’t family or minions that you can’t yell at all the time?”

“Wiseass.” Ethan ran a hand through his overly long hair.

“Well, the Thunder Stadium is priority one, so make sure you show this woman a good time. Smile a little. Maybe cut your hair?” Sebastian cocked an eyebrow.

Ethan scowled, annoyed. His brothers had been giving him shit about the length of his hair for a while now. Almost a year, to be precise. He used to be so meticulous, suits and ties pressed just so, hair cut every month by a ridiculously expensive guy at a salon, and he thought he was pleasing his wife.

Well, considering the wife had died of a self-induced accidental drug overdose and had also been undermining and stealing from his company, working with a supplier on a huge project to use substandard material and pocket the difference so she could support her drug habit, Ethan figured it was time for a lot of changes.

He was no longer going to twist himself inside out for a woman who wouldn’t appreciate anything he did or gave to her anyway. Been there, done that.

He’d get through this weekend and go back to his happy hermit life.

* * *

Sienna loved the private jet experience, felt like a princess for the two-and-a-half-hour flight, and now she was ready to take on Manhattan. She strode through the airport, looking for a sign with her last name on it. Ian had given her the name of her companion, Ethan Knight, and had assured her the man would be here himself to pick her up.