“Ian, what–”

“I sent my sister to you to look after and protect, and what do you do? Knock her up?” Ian let his right fist fly before Ethan could even process the other man’s words, taking the hit and falling against the wall.

Head ringing, he forced himself to a standing position. “What the hell?”

“Sienna’s pregnant and you’re the father.”

Ethan’s hand went to his jaw, which hurt like a motherfucker, the reason for Ian’s anger just now penetrating. “Sienna is pregnant?”

Ian raised his fist again but Ethan caught the man’s wrist in his hand. “You get one shot. You took it.” He met Ian’s furious stare. “Because I have a sister, I’m going to let that go.” He drew a deep breath. “And for the record, I didn’t know.”

“And that makes it okay?” Ian shook his hand free of Ethan’s grip.

“Ian, back off!” Sienna ran in, Olivia behind her, just as Ian pulled his arm away, and she grabbed for her brother. “Leave him alone!”

Heart firing in his chest, Ethan drew a deep breath, his gaze on Sienna’s. Her eyes were wide, her face pale, her entire body shaking with fear.

He wanted to wrap her up in his arms and protect her. He also wanted to run far and fast. “We need to talk,” he said gruffly.

“You’re off the project, Knight. Pack up your things and get the fuck out,” Ian said.

Sienna narrowed her gaze. “This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen!” she shouted.

Both men’s gaze turned her way. “I’m sick and tired of being the center of drama, whether it’s two families or a business,” she said tiredly. “Ian, this is between Ethan and me. Not you.”

Her sibling narrowed his gaze. “This discussion isn’t over but your role in the stadium is.” He stormed out of the room, Olivia rushing after him, clearly hoping to calm him down.

Good luck, he thought to himself. If Ethan sent his sister to Miami and some older asshole had knocked her up, Ethan would be beyond furious. So yeah, he’d cut Dare some slack. But not too much, because as Sienna had said, this was none of his business.

This being a baby.

Holy fucking shit.

Ethan’s jaw stung and his head pounded, his mind reeling at the truth now staring him in the face. Sienna was pregnant with his baby.

He turned to her. She looked very frail and extremely anxious as she faced him.

“That’s why you fainted?” he asked.

She nodded, guiltily.

“And you didn’t tell me because…? Are you not planning on keeping it?” Nausea filled him at the thought.

“Oh my God, no.” She sounded horrified at the suggestion that she might abort their child. “I mean, everyone has to make their own choices, but that never entered my mind.”

The knot that had formed in his gut suddenly eased. He might not have planned for this, he might not have wanted it, but she was carrying a part of him. He was relieved she hadn’t thought about not keeping it.